Forty Days of Gratitude: Day Twenty-three
I was grateful for a trip to the art museum yesterday with Curly-Haired Daughter. It was a lovely afternoon: beautiful art, beautiful music (there was a free piano/cello concert at the museum), and my daughter. I can't tell you how much I enjoy art with her; I love seeing how she sees art - in a totally different way than I see it. Watching through her eyes is a treat.
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