2 Feb 2012

what I loved

  My little girl is at that age where she loves to paint huge sheets of paper with swirls and swoops of colour. It's fantastic to see her cover the paper so intently with paint, with no hesitation or self doubt. And the smell, oh the smell of poster paint makes my toes curl with it's awesomeness and reminds me of what I also loved when I was tiny. That amazing smell transports me straight back in time - whoosh.

 And so I remember that that desire to paint has been with me since I could first pick up a paintbrush. Isn't that wonderful? I'm still that same girl. 

 Because that's what makes me happy. And that's what I love. Then and now. 

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