The joyous simplicity of children.
This Saturday AM, the back doors were open and I was inside getting dressed. My husband and daughter went outside and shared a quiet moment.
They must have been outside for at least a few minutes.
"oh look, bub's up THERE!" my daughter proclaimed suddenly.
"Nicole! Come see!" shouted my husband.
So I came. And I saw.
Elliott was up in the flower pot.
IN. The flower pot.
Quiet. Content. Picking little native daisies one by one. Tasting. Feeling.
He must have been in there a good few minutes before anyone noticed him.
The joyous simplicity of children. This Saturday, I'm grateful for that. x