At the preschool, we take the kids out to play outside for 1.5 hours in the morning. Recess is joy. Children are so funny. They never get tired of hearing the planes soar over our playground and searching for them in the skies. Never. I was thinking about it and realized-- it's such a strange them from a child's perspective. Birds fly. Bees fly. But not huge, astronomical machines. When I thought about it that way, I was pretty amazed at how far man has come. Creating planes and rockets and all sorts of things that do the impossible.
But then I thought, how funny that children are amazed at planes but don't even batter an eyelid at the impossibility of rainbows kissing rivers where leprechauns hide their pot o' gold. As for me, I'd much prefer daydreaming about the second. Anything is possible.
Today's joys:
- children tickled pink when they tickled my bare feet.
- Lucas on my lap because he wanted to slide down together
- that I still fit on slides and have fun on them, too!
- today's clouds being a blanket of smooth, pure snow reminded me that God's got it all covered and I've got nothing to worry about.
