She watched with interest as he tried to write out their names. Elisabeth wasn't a teacher and because of that, she had forgotten to show him how to hold the pencil. It was something she wanted to fix but he was so intent on writing the names, she didn't want to interrupt.
When he was finished, she noted the smile on his face, which in turn made her smile. It likely had been the first thing he had every written and he seemed proud of it. In truth, the young woman was as well. It wasn't anywhere near perfect, but for one's very first attempt and not knowing how to hold a pencil? Perfect enough.
Ezner always surprised her with insights and comments that were far beyond what most would have thought him capable of, and he did so again as he told her that they were making things right...together. Something about that statement touched her deeply but then again, that was Ezner. He had a way of reaching her soul and making it feel things she hadn't ever experienced. He always knew the right thing to say to make her smile...and sometimes cry. That comment earned him another grateful brush of lips against his cheek.
Taking the pencil from him, she demonstrated how to hold it and wrote both names out for him again quickly, calling out each letter as she went. 'Adult' and 'child' letters? That was a good way to put it. Handing the parchment back to him, she waited to see what he would do. "Your turn. Write me something..."
When he was finished, she noted the smile on his face, which in turn made her smile. It likely had been the first thing he had every written and he seemed proud of it. In truth, the young woman was as well. It wasn't anywhere near perfect, but for one's very first attempt and not knowing how to hold a pencil? Perfect enough.
Ezner always surprised her with insights and comments that were far beyond what most would have thought him capable of, and he did so again as he told her that they were making things right...together. Something about that statement touched her deeply but then again, that was Ezner. He had a way of reaching her soul and making it feel things she hadn't ever experienced. He always knew the right thing to say to make her smile...and sometimes cry. That comment earned him another grateful brush of lips against his cheek.
Taking the pencil from him, she demonstrated how to hold it and wrote both names out for him again quickly, calling out each letter as she went. 'Adult' and 'child' letters? That was a good way to put it. Handing the parchment back to him, she waited to see what he would do. "Your turn. Write me something..."