My precious David decided on a whim the other day to draw a portrait of his mom and unborn brother. Forget the fact that I have no legs in said illustration and that my hair looks like Moe from The Three Stooges, my big boy drew a picture of me and his little stick figure brother. I love it. He could have drawn a dinosaur or a fire engine, like usual. He even captioned it with his brother's name next to it. (The "R" and the "O" ran together a bit, but hey, give the kids a break, he just turned 5.)
David's heart is one of my most prized possessions.