Today I started a fresh writing notebook (I love having all those blank pages waiting for me). I always get the same kind. It's a 5.5" x 8.5" spiral bound sketchbook, recycled paper. No lines, because I like the freedom to sketch out ideas. But this one is extra-special. Inside the cover there's a thank you card from one of my former grade 2 students. For the end of the year teacher gift, he had his mom take him shopping to find just the right kind of sketchbook, the kind I'd shown to the class when I talked about being a writer. I'm still touched by the gesture now, two years later, when I'm finally putting my pencil to the paper. It was an amazing gift.
Every time I see that card, I remember that boy and his passion for writing. It inspires me to keep going with my own. Interesting how such a small moment in time can make a such a difference to someone's life.