So, that box of pencil crayons? They're no longer MINE. One day in this house, something will be all mine...not shared, not communal. Just mine.
But this morning I woke up to the sweetest gift. "I drew this quilt just for you" My son has designed his first quilt. And I'm going to make it.
**on another note...my camera was dropped (again) and I need a new one. Again, see comment above about things being mine vs shared. *rolleyes*