The day started two hours late. School delay, nap, lunch swap (sunbutter in place of eggs). The little one and I danced to Aretha’s Rock Steady in the parked car under the soft blue sky. What else could we do? Back in the kitchen, I heated chicken noodle soup for him, chopped salad for me. Another sunny day, how many had it been this winter? Surely, more than last, which seemed moody and slightly cantankerous, if winter can be so bold. We danced again after lunch. Skipped the little one’s nap, picked up his brother after school, then loaded a tote with library books. Back home in the kitchen, they climbed into cardboard boats and sailed off before dinner.
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.