A volunteer blackberry plant in the weedy remnants of last summer’s garden.
I am looking at the little blackberry with my four year old daughter when a little skipper lands.
She squeals in happiness, her hands fly up to her face and she goes breathless.
Disconnect makes life ugly. I can stand off and stare at the unkempt and awful weedy place where my garden used to grow.
Or I can creep closer, crouch low. I can look for the beautiful things that my life is full of.
“I’d like to live in a world like this.” I think.
The sun to our backs. Frozen in a moment, my two daughters and I.
I’d like to live in a world like this. The world I live in with these kids of mine.
They remind me that it is full of small and simple things.
Full of beauty and wonder.