2012 Slice-of-Life Story Challenge | 7

Walking down
our once blank, bleek
apartment hallway
New life blossoms
every
Sunday

Months ago
I became
tired
of the whiteness,
the plainness,
of the new space

So I stopped it,
in favor
of
toddler
Sunday School
masterpieces

"This is your art wall,"
I proudly
proclaimed
to Reid
at the start
of our new
ritual

Each week
we
tape up
a
coloring page:
God made my arms
        God made my feet
                God gives us food
                        God gives us family

Each one shows
how our
baby
is
growing:
in spirit
        in motor control
               in conversation

Now
as the collection
expands,
Reid says,

"This is my heart wall, Mommy."

Yes.
It is.
(And, never once do I rephrase...because his nomenclature is far superior.)

Write on,
b