Fireflies

Last night, as I pushed Miles around the fields in his stroller, the fireflies began their dance. First a few, then a few more, then lots...everywhere little, blinking lights beckoning to one another and beckoning to my son. Eyes sparkling, he watched the on/off flashes. As one flew overhead, he craned his neck and reached out to touch it.

Pure magic.

We trekked around the perimeter of the property, through the cedar trees in the back corner, across the grassy field, past bushes and trees and flowers beds, up and down the garden beds...all the while, his eyes, his mind, his heart registering the world around him.

Every day he makes the journey over the paths and through the gardens with his father. Every day he smells earth and flowers and life ebbing and flowing. He feels the seasons moving through him.

What a blessed child.