“In my mind I see fiery dragons, knights, a king waving a giant red flag, adventures and mysteries…”
On the last day of school, Gabriel scribbled a story on the back of a word search. This wasn’t just any yarn, but the epic of Will and his older sister who is secretly the king’s best jouster and has gone through 28 boyfriends just this year.
And although he’s always been an imaginative little one– spinning tales for Mary at night and drawing intricate castle battle scenes at church– he’s never been quite so excited about a storyline. I bought him a red journal last Christmas when he declared he wanted to be a writer but it remained largely neglected.
Yet as the summer progresses, I catch him here and there and everywhere, scribbling his rough draft onto brown school paper and then carefully transcribing the edited pages into his journal.
And I can scarcely resist the temptation (especially when he’s perched on my bed) to tickle him and kiss his nose, to roll and revel in the delicious pleasure of sharing my life with these marvelous little people.