And then we revert back to our out of control, fast paced daily grind.
Yesterday, Easter afternoon, unplanned, life as it should be happened, and not for just a moment, but many moments, which turned into hours.
A little boy named Beau, who only recently turned four, ended up with me on a front porch swing.
We talked about numbers, we talked about colors, we talked about climbing trees and everything in between.
For a moment there was quiet and I noticed Beau had a distant look in his blue eyes, as though thinking about something, somewhere, someone.
“What are you thinking about Beau? Tell me.”
He, still looking off into the distance replied, “I am thinking about Sawyer.”
Sawyer being a little girl about Beau’s age who he is convinced at four that he will one day marry.
I let that wonderful moment hang in the air and as quick as it came it was gone.
We each noticed a squirrel leaping across the front lawn and our attention turned to back to matters of how do bees fly, why do dogs have names and other important stuff like that.
And the kid, all of four, does not yet realize he gave me a glimpse of how beautiful innocence really is.