worship with lily

Every day we walk. Not yet two, you drink in the world with great big  gulps. Everything you see evokes a delighted squeal. We walk in the moment. There is no other time but now. The breeze is electrifying, your whisps of blonde curls respond to its shifts, and we marvel together. With you, the world becomes new again.  We sing back to the birds and bark at the dogs. We stop and collect the flowers. Yellow are your favorite–yellow, the color of light, joy, life, the color of You. We giggle at the sunlight dancing on the shimmery surface of the ponds and quack at the duck families. Every airplane above merits your little toddler finger’s imitation and a spirited “shoooooom.” Unabashedly I join you in your joyful celebration. There is nowhere I would rather be than in the cathedral of your new world, as you teach me about what life really means.