They pressed into her like curtain pleats as she read them a story. Once they filled their plates with second breakfast, french toast and apple sausage with maple syrup, we dressed for the bitter chill outside. They played soccer while we walked in circles, from the garage to the front yard and back. He stopped and looked up at the sky. The wind braced my lungs. I held his hand and we fell back in step.
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.