Doodle # 21

I feel like this is a blog confessional....

"Forgive me, Father. It's been eighteen days since my last doodle."

Childhood memories of mass with my grandmother just bombarded my thoughts.  Her accent was sweetly thick and rich, ever comforting and kind.  How I wished I had learned how to speak Slovak when I was a child... so I could share more than a name and birthday with her. I was her treasure, and she mine.