Our Little Writer

Grace's new-found joy is in expressing herself with written words. She is our constant little letter writer. She writes letters to her Uncle on his mission, to her Grandparents near and far, to her teacher, to cousins, to classmates, to friends that have moved away, to her sister, and most frequently to Aaron and I. I will often find a note tucked under my pillow as I slip into bed, or be handed a folded-up piece of construction paper from a very proud-looking five-year-old. On Valentines day she made at least five cards for Aaron and I expressing how much she loves us. The best was when she came into our room early the morning after Valentines day with folded letters for each of us that said, "Dear Mom (Dad), It is past valinetine's day! Mom I love you. Love Grace." Apparently she wanted us to know we were loved even though the holiday was over! She also taped these notes around the house on Saturday morning to lead Aaron on a Treasure hunt:

"Dad go to my room"

"Dad go to the laundry"

"Dad o to the office"

"Dad go to the garage"

I love the invented spelling! My favorite is how she spelled garage (groj.) She also likes to write stories. Here is one she wrote the other day (Word for word...my translation is in in green:)

The Animlz
yb Grace Lewis
The Animals
by Grace Lewis

Once on a tim thre wuz a littl shep.
Once upon a time there was a little sheep.
Se wotid a littl haws.
She wanted a little house.
Sow the shep crod in.
So the sheep crawled in.
The Shep thot the Haws wuz cruftubl.
The sheep thought the house was comfortable.
The Shep liket the Haws.
The Sheep liked the house.
Ten tan wuz urnuthr shep soit.
Then there was another sheep who saw it.
he wutid to cume in the haws sow he crudin the house.
He wanted to come in the house, so he crawled in the house.
The shep shard, the hows
The sheep shared the house.
The haws wuz prite krftulbl.
The house was pretty comfortable.
Tay liket it. it wuz fun.
They liked it. It was fun.
Thu Ed.
The End