Sometimes I forget what it is to be little, excited by things.
Everything is so extraordinary when you’re small and my children help me remember.
A Magic List of Their Childhood:
A dandelion, a small gray rock, two pine-cones and a feather – all in a grubby little hand
A puppy licking your face as you giggle
Dancing in the rain with your hair plastered to your head
The last piece of pink as the sun sinks below the horizon
Crickets and the chorus of spring peepers
The wonder and excitement that lights your eyes when something is brand new
The full moon on a cloudless night,
The sparks of a bonfire swirling higher
Your first shooting-star
The bubble of a rushing brook
Mist parting with the sunrise
A crystal clear lake, smooth as glass, then stirred by the morning breeze
The call of a crow on a cool afternoon
A bluejay with a peanut, a robin with a worm
That picture you drew on the fridge; the one of the lopsided unicorn with grinning teeth and one large purple eye
I bow to your wisdom, I honor your teachings, there are no better Gurus than the two of you.