I am grateful for Coop’s discovery of God’s Eyes, the craft made with popsicle sticks and yarn that he discovered yesterday at Beaveree. He’s been at them like crazy today, right up until bedtime.
I am grateful for a visit from my sister outlaw at our house for breakfast this morning.
I am grateful for Coop’s drawing of himself at 100 years old, featuring bloodshot eyes and emphasis on facial hair. I hope he makes it. It’s a good look.