What is on your four year old mind? Why does it seem so much different then mine?
How does the world look through your eyes?
Why do the puddles call you to splash? Why don't they call me in the same way? That excitement? Where did it end in me? And why?
I like seeing the wonder, the joy and excitement in your eyes when you see that puddle, the tiny insect, the rising sun, the first snowflake falling from the seasons sky.
Somewhere that child that was inside me long ago but has been shoved away into "adulthood" has a "knowing" and "longing" of the places you see and relearns to come out and play again.
Thank you.
1 comment:
beautiful :)
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