The Imp: Mom, it's so beautiful.
Me: Huh? What's beautiful, honey?
The Imp, pointing: All the leaves. All the leaves everywhere.
And he was right.
|Leaves wind dancing in the tops of hedges|
|Leaves vivid as flowers bridging hedge and sidewalk|
|And a scarlet carpet to rival the work of master craftsmen|
There are times he seems so wise that I need to remind myself that The Imp is only three. And there are times that I am so grateful that his three year old eyes are not yet jaded enough to walk past this without actually seeing it, as I would have if he hadn't stopped me and made me look.
"This world falls on me, I've got dreams of immortality
Everywhere I turn, all the beauty just keeps shaking me."
-Indigo Girls, World Falls
I need to stop and look more often. Thanks for the reminder, kid.