The little one walked into the café like he owned the place. It was the usual lunch crowd—a mix of coffee and pizza, business and pleasure, plus the three of us. He carried his juice box back to the table and climbed on the chair, in the hopes of skipping the highchair altogether. He finished half an egg and cheese sandwich and downed about the same amount of juice. When our table became the loudest, D and I agreed it was time to leave. I carried the dishes over to the bus-tubs near the counter, he ran to the back, past the woman slicing a loaf of bread on our way out. I caught him just in time, right before he planned to take full rein of the kitchen.
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.