I remember...

...that little gold typewriter.

It was so very beautiful.

And I would sit there in my little yellow director's chair, at my little white desk, and while Daddy and Mommy clacked away, I'd do my "exegesis on Luke."

And now my very own little girl sits next to me at Starbucks, with her little purple notebook and her little blue pen. We like to go write together, her and me.

And it is very sweet indeed.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's amazing what a can of gold spray paint will do for making an old typewriter beautiful!