Know you what it is to be a child?
It is to be something very different from the man of to-day.
it is to believe in love,
to believe in loveliness,
to believe in belief;
it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear;
it is to turn pumpkins into coaches,
and mice into horses,
lowness into loftiness,
and nothing into everything,
for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul;
it is to live in a nutshell and to count yourself the king of infinite space;
it isTo see a world in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour;
Francis Thompson
These are snapshots
from a golden time
in our lives.
These four beautiful children
were loved,
and fortunate enough
to not know heart ache.
Life happens.
Hopefully, we can draw from that time of innocence.
Those glorious, roll in the mud at low tide,
jump off the sand dune days.
We have been so blessed.
