Last night my youngest daughter drew my portrait. She asked me what color my hair was, and I told her I couldn't see it, so she would have to color what she saw.

A little later she brought me the picture proudly proclaiming she used all the colors in my hair--"brown, blonde...and, see mom? I even used a little grey!"

Then she pointed to my hair and continued, "See mom, there it is, right there!"

"Yes..." I conceded reluctantly, as she scampered away. As I finished making dinner, I pondered this, wondering why she couldn't have left it out--after all I don't wear blue eyeshadow, ever!? Or at least she could have found a pretty silver crayon that sparkles...so I could at least feel valuable?

Later, I found her completed masterpiece on the shelf with the message added. Sweetness that completely melts my heart and erases the grey ponderings!