Can I confess something? I deeply dislike drawing. I avoid it at all costs and groan inwardly when someone asks me to draw anything other than a house plan. And I’m totally cool with that—there are plenty of other ways to be creative.

But that’s probably why I’m so fascinated that a child of mine loves to draw so much and is so good at it. I love how Lexie can picture something in her mind and then get her hand to put it down on paper, or in this case, computerized drawing tablet. Even that amazes me: You draw on a metal thingy and images show up on the computer screen!

Lexie is so nonchalant about the entire miraculous process. But maybe one day she’ll have a child who can, I don’t know, juggle or something and she’ll understand how I feel.

Meanwhile, I will continue to be fascinated and amused (why the fake glasses? do they make her feel more artistic?) and happy when she sits next to me at the table, drawing away.

(She’s a little obsessed with Castiel. Here he is again.)