I remember just a little while ago when they were nothing… just a collection of bits and pieces.
They had no form.
They had no purpose.
They were there, really, all along, just not assembled.
Then, I took out the thread, the joiner, the welder, and I started to wrap this in and then that. Each part has a purpose. Each part has a role to play. Some for flash, some for structure. Wraps and more wraps and snips and cuts.
Imagination. Picturing where they will be, how they will behave while they are out there, in the world, fulfilling their purpose.
These are going off to the Bahamas in someone else’s box for someone else’s bonefish, but I’m glad to play a part, to be part creator, to set my children free in the world to fulfill their destiny.