I've been sitting on my bed this morning. Sketching for new lino plates to carve for upcoming prints - stationery, textiles - same old, same old... Nothing special as it seems. My little baby boy was napping nearby in his crib. Then he twisted and turned and stretched. And I had to grab my paper and crayons. Now as I'm writing these words, the drawing is finished (but not the lino sketches) and the baby boy is waking up... Purely random incident but totally something that makes my day. That makes me smile. And be thankful to see and hold it.