Drawing from Life

Darvin always gets me little gifts, a habit that is both endearing and unusual, especially in a man, at least in my experience. Even more unusual is the fact that he usually gets his gifts right. No random card or uninspired flowers from him. He knows me utterly and completely and his gifts are often a testament to that knowing.

Today's was one of the finer examples--Drawing from Life which I've seen on Amazon and had seriously considered buying at one point. I'm obsessed with journaling and it has become a very necessary part of my life. I've already purchased the Moleskine sketchbook that will be accompanying Ali and I (along with some art supplies, a glue stick and the trusty i-Zone) on our trip to San Francisco this week. I plan to capture everything I can, the detrius of our days, and store it in my tiny journal.

At any rate, I'm loving the opportunity to see what other people do in the pages of their journals, especially this wide array of journal types--scientists, writers, artists, "ordinary" people who feel compelled to keep a record of their days on earth and what those days mean. Knowing to get this book for me is one of the many reasons I love this man.