It's always good, and totally hilarious.
I don't know what it is that draws Savannah to writing out her feelings, but every time she approaches with a paper clutched between her fingers, I smile because I know I'm in for a treat.
This one is from last weekend after we had made it a family affair and took everyone to do the grocery shopping at one store, then hit up Walmart for other household necessities.
It had gone okay, until the very end. In truth I don't even remember what happened to tip the scales, but by the time we came home, Savannah was in desperate need of some paper.
She marched off to her room and reappeared a few minutes later with a piece of paper, and gave it to her daddy, who then gave it to me.
Take this paper and
hold it in front of the mirror
and read it. P.S look on the othe-
The other side. And when you hold it up in front of a mirror, you get this:
Dear Dad, I had a bad bad
Hahaha!! Even in her misery she can still be creative.
Don't misunderstand, that girl is plenty vocal too. She's always telling me that "this is the worst day ever" or "you just don't understand me", and my personal favorite, "it's a hard knock life for me."
No joke people.
I think I lost her tag at the hospital because I missed the warning label which I'm sure read: Warning! Teenager in a kid's body. Handle with extreme caution!
Even if she's not writing out the miseries and woes of her young life, she's still writing. Poetry is her new thing.
Yesterday during church she handed me this.
CTR means choose the right,
if you do, you'll be really bright.
follow god's light,
you'll see such a sight,
your heart will take flight!
You'll have might,
the light will gaurd you at nigh
t. Hold on tight,
Don't be white.
Try to choose the right.
She was so proud.
And after I got done laughing, so was I.