We take out their drawing books and colors and as they settle down on the carpet on top of lots of newspapers. I ain't with Ana on my lap and open her book while she opens the colors and as I look at the drawings my heart tugs. Of late, get drawings to show the four of us at one end of the page and her on the other end of the page, all alone, just looking at us. My eyes fill up with unshed tears as Jay looks at me wondering what's wrong.
How did we not notice this earlier?
"Daddy color?" Ana turns around and says wanting her book back.
I hand her the book but then pick her up and pepper her face with kisses until she is laughing and squirming to get away.
We do a lot of hand painting, feet painting, finger painting and even face painting and by the end of it we are all covered in paint
