He fell asleep with the little one lying on his chest. It’s been a long day. We’d picked the line up days ago and repeated it like a game of telephone. The garden stayed dry while we walked on the bike path with the boys. We stopped to watch the chickens, refill water, and sit on every bench. The heat made it feel like riding a Ferris wheel, full tilt. I said goodnight and left writing for the morning when I would get an earlier start.
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.