This is a portrait of me. Grace brought it to me while I was folding laundry.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"It's you, Mom!" I must interject here that I just love watching Grace when she shows me her work. Her voice and smile and body language convey this unabashed, innocent, non-competitive pride and excitement in her accomplishment.
Anyway, back to the drawing.
Considering the way photographs of me turn out (have you noticed there aren't any of me here?), I am a huge fan of this artistic rendering. Rosy cheeks, slight smile, skinny legs, 12 fingers...
Made my day.