The last few days have been taken up with a crying, inconsolable newly 4-year-old — over the weekend the happy birthday girl, now in the grip of a terrible ear infection.
One of the few consolations for sleepless nights was this sweet napper, whom I had a chance to sketch. Brought back memories. And created new ones. Something magical happens when you slow down and draw. Time doesn’t move in the same way. You notice things you’ve looked at so often but never really seen. Such a great reminder to pay attention and not take for granted how little your baby still is, even though she’s so big and so four.