This was the scene at the park the other day:
If photos could talk you would hear Noah saying, “Come down quirl. I wanna hoooooold you.”
Chris and I just stood and watched him, in all his two year old genuineness. He would have given all the Thomas trains in the world to cuddle that little rodent. I love that natural spirit in him – to touch and feel and smell and breathe it all in – it’s so pure and unadulterated. I find myself in awe of him, wondering what he will explore next. I envy his craving to discover, his uninhibited wildness. Love it.
May he always have the desire to wander and discover and show simple compassion to even the smallest of these…