With the delivery of our patio furniture and all of the cushions, comes the delivery of another kind of treasure: Giant cardboard boxes.
After grabbing some supplies and spending a few minutes setting them up and stripping Mak down, we got busy.
Slick, gooey paint, bright beautiful colors, a warm day. I'm not sure who had the better time, my 2 year old, or me.
My favorite part was watching her get inspiration and then just going for it. It is less about the colors than it is about the feel of everything.
Which is a great reminder for us adults, who spend so much time clamping down on those sorts of things that sometimes they start to atrophe.
So why not grab some paint, get messy and get back in touch with your inner two year old? I'm glad I did.
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