I asked e if I could write the lyrics to her favorite fall song on her painting. She enthusiastically said yes. I began, and made it through the first verse before she stopped me.
"I want to do it," she said.
So over the course of two days, she did it. I love looking at her handwriting. It is hers, nobody else's. Over time, she will write out her favorite songs, her observations, her hopes and dreams and stories, in that very same handwriting. Her handwriting will change as she grows, but it will still be hers. All hers.