day 8 I made coffee and mixed bread dough first thing. The radio was already on in the kitchen. A wall of clouds swept into Western New York and unleashed a load of snow. C waddled in and tugged on my pant leg so I would pick him up. His cherry red cheeks meant two more teeth were on their way. After L finished building a Lego house he ran then slid into the room wearing socks. He put on his jacket and backpack, hugged us goodbye, then climbed into the car. The day unraveled from there. C ripped up envelopes and maps and removed all the pots, plates, and felted food from his play kitchen. I wrote on the paper scraps as he pulled each room apart. Somehow, it worked. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.