When I got to Julia's on Saturday night, she had a home office care package waiting for me, filled with glitter glue, construction paper (the good, textured kind), and 64 pristine Crayola crayons.

I slowly took each one out of the box to examine its name. We both got caught up in the nostalgia of smells and colors and words. My favorite crayon: purple mountain majesty.

So on my way back from the bathroom at dinner last night, I swiped a few crayons in order to draw on our table-sized butcher paper square. And the mountains I drew were the mountains from earlier that afternoon rolled into the inky mountaintops of Wyoming and Montana and Utah from last March.

Majestic, indeed.