Ah! To be a kid again.

Taylor enjoyed a great day outside. He didnt not want to come inside even after it started getting dark. It is amazing to watch him play. I wish a stick or pile of dirt could bring me such joy. Or the sound of a plane flying over head would stop me in my tracks . Or having no cares in the world except bashing a stick against the tin in the backyard and pretending to be hammering. Life seems so simple when I look at him playing with his dump truck. Unaffected by the crazy busy life that is to come.
But when I watch him he stops me in my tracks. He makes me realize that this is what matters. He makes me look up at the sky when I hear the plane because the look of pure joy as he tries to find it makes me happy. Ah! to be a kid again......