It’s this time in a wee person’s life that I would like to linger. A time when small, seemingly insignificant things are the best reminder of the magic, the wonder, the mystery that we adults must work so hard to stay connected to.
A pile of knitting needles, a handful of pebbles, a soft bunny, a fly, a spool of thread, a cup, a worm, a fresh picked juniper berry, a ball — all as great as the entire universe. The entire world is reflected in his eyes. Can’t we pause here, for just a little longer?