As I walk down the stairs with my four year old on a cold winter morning, he coughs and smoke billows out of his mouth. he is delighted with this little miracle!
He goes on coughing on purpose just to see the air misting up in front of his eyes.
All this, as I adjust his tie, check his bag for a handkerchief, fret and fume about how late we are going to be and how finding parking is such a headache.
Suddenly, I stop, and realize how I am missing the pure unadulterated joy on my lil one's face.
And then i join him in coughing out smoke from my mouth.
Life is generous with gifts, at times we fail to recognize them.
He goes on coughing on purpose just to see the air misting up in front of his eyes.
All this, as I adjust his tie, check his bag for a handkerchief, fret and fume about how late we are going to be and how finding parking is such a headache.
Suddenly, I stop, and realize how I am missing the pure unadulterated joy on my lil one's face.
And then i join him in coughing out smoke from my mouth.
Life is generous with gifts, at times we fail to recognize them.
