There’s something about a newly opened box of perfect crayons that is so beautiful and comforting to me.
I normally cringe while she does it, but there’s also something about seeing a box completely destroyed.
The care it took to peel each crayon, put the wrappers in a pile, color a scribble with the crayon, and then line them all up.
Likewise, pretty beautiful. I need to let go more often…