As I set off this afternoon to pick up my cheeky minxes from school/kinder, I espied some graffiti under my window sill. Graffiti is nothing new to me. My girls are prolific in the art of texta/crayon/pencil/biro/jelly/lipstick/chocolate cookie/yoghurt autographs. Since becoming a mother I have long given up my Dream of having clean white walls and white furnishings, like the images I swoon over in interior design magazines and my Fantasy pinboards on Pinterest.
But this graffiti, dear readers, is here to stay.
A love note from one of my mischievous daughters.
The 3 words they hear most often from their mother.
I LOVE YOU
Do you have gifted graffiti artists leaving surprise love notes around your home too?
