In the afternoon, when light shone through every pane of glass, the little one ate a ladybug and wouldn’t sleep. What’s in your mouth? I withdrew a rust colored wing from his puckered lips. He laughed from his belly up, round and hearty before teetering off in search of the cat.
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.