Like most children, for mine, there is magic in every corner and each nook leads to even bigger discoveries. In the mornings, every day, at each hour, new life unfolds for them. And even when mine own eyes get weary, seeing life through their eyes transforms my soul.
We've discovered countless gardens, a number of times; and each time, these two act as if the dirt is new. Yesterday, as they explored, I walked behind them, watching and snapping photos when I could. I delighted in seeing the dirt dust up when they fell on their bottoms and the leaves crackle under their stumbling feet. Oak smelled flowers and River spelled the colors of each one.