I spy joy in the driveway
Taking advantage of the sunny day, my daughter grabbed a bucket of chalk and went to work on the driveway. I expected a flower or two. Maybe a self-portrait.
Imagine my surprise to find I love my (spelled MI if you’re 6 and learning phonetics) mom and I love my dad carefully scribed there instead. I beamed, of course, and told Taryn how much I loved the message and her artwork.
“I put from Taryn and Kellen,” she said with pride. “And I drew a line from you to dad cuz you guys love each other. And we love each other, so we’re all connected.”
“Yes, we are,” I agreed. I just love it when such sage-like wisdom rolls right off the tongues of children.
We are all connected. Every one of us.