Today the crew and I found ourselves doing an unexpected end of semester move for our college girl. It was a very good thing, and we rocked it. We moved her across campus less than 24 hours after she got word she could move, and it took us 2 hours from start to finish.
Yeah, we are feeling pretty sanctimonious right about now.
As I was helping to pack up her room in bags and boxes and whatever I could find, I came across the scratch art set that Mess Cat gave Aub for her birthday. I hadn’t packed it up yet, when I heard our Princess chastising her brother.
“No, don’t touch that. You scratch it, you’re done. One scratch, it’s a picture. You can’t undo it.”
Ah.
Much like how when our hearts or souls get scratched. There’s no undoing that. It’s done.
I think I’m going to start carrying around one of those black sheets with all the color underneath as an example of how delicately we should treat each other–as though we are all precious (and we are) and the least little scratch could change us forever–of how we should be careful of how we touch each other–with love or anger. The mark will stay either way.
May we always use our touch to create something beautiful.
Love to all.
I Might Need A Nap 
I love the way you see the world. Your kids are awesome.