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Can You Feel A Little Love?
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Your My Best Friend


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In Their Own Sweet Time

The girls and I have spent the afternoon making story books. They draw. I write down what they say the pictures are of. I write Hope's words for her. Savannah rewrites her words from a different paper that I write them down on onto her story paper. Hopefully something lasting is coming from it. Little building blocks. They definitely don't lack creativity. Sometimes it is hard as an unschooling parent to put so much trust into these little things. Just hoping to encourage enough but not too much pushing. It is like growing a garden. It is happening slowly but I see them blossoming. It is such a sweet feeling to watch their little hands work with purpose. Their own purpose. I can't wait to show them their books when they are my age.

Posted by gwendolyn on December 30, 2003 at 04:52 PM