Today, I bought some new markers for my on-the-go kid kit (aka stash of fun distractions for Maira & Henry while we're out and about). I relished tearing open the package and slipping each pen into my pouch. That one-or-two-minute task left me practically giddy.
It's not that a $4 pack of Crayolas is all that exciting. I think it's that they represented to me the promise of the small adventures we'll have and big messes we'll make together.
A new year holds all kinds of promise, too. More art, more design, more friends, more neighbors, more good food, and good times. I'm excited to share it with you.