Anna stopped... looked... stepped closer... looked... looked at me... kind of cocked her head... looked again... reached out to touch... said, "The flower matches!"
What was going through her mind? Maybe she remembered that she was holding a raggedy old dying dandelion when I took her picture.
She looks pretty proud. Her Pop (my brother) and I share a birthday today. Tonight we'll give this little painting to him. I hope he likes it as much as Anna seems to.