Child-like Wonder

The beauty of her child-like wonder can be seen through her eyes. The rosy cheeks, the gentle smile, the heartfelt laughter conveying sweet innocence. It all screams purity, God's gift of life, the beginning, untainted, free to dance in the sunlight.

Like an Angel, spreading her wings she floats through the mysteries of the day. A song in her heart keeps her thoughts light and vibrant. Pretending to be something she is not, a butterfly, lady bug, a magical fairy waving her wand.

Oh, the sweet sound of the child-like wonder. Not a care in the world, lifting her head to feel the sun on her face. Too be a child, running with her friends through open fields, building forts in a secret space. Reaching up to sky as you lean back in your swing rising higher and higher. The simple things that bring true joy like eating ice cream the fall of your first tooth. Puppies in a basket, you want them all.

Lying on your back looking up at the clouds, yelling out to your friends the images you see. Watching your dog run off in a dress you made him, yelping in pain with the clothes pin earrings you put on his ears.

Sitting in a flower field to make a crown for your head, pulling at the petals "he loves, he loves me not". The day lingers on, no time to rest. You close your eyes in for an instant only to open them again to bright and pulsating auras sounding everything, like God placed them there just for you.

Butterflies, dragonflies, and the sweet smell of gardenias stimulate your senses. Your stomach grumbles and your throat become dry, but you don't have time to stop there's so much to explore. Hide and seek is calling your name and everyone is running to get in the game.

Running through the sprinkler keeps you cool, and the belly laughs can't be stopped. Tea parties are all craze, you invite your friends for dog biscuits as they delicacy on the menu today. Afterwards you make bracelets out of the seashells you found, one for everybody.

Mom brings out the lemonade and extra cups, let's setup a stand and sell them for a buck. Let's paint some rocks and we'll sell those too. We're not lazy just gives us the day because creative ideas develop when play. We're going to have my own business one day.

The monkey bars challenge you as you hang on tight, some of them will make it while others give it a good fight. Faster and faster you go spinning around, forward and backwards on this merry-go-ground. Only to stumble and fall once you finally get off.

Hopping on your bike Angel wings and all, you slowly push forward as both your feet lift from the ground. One hand is tickled by the handle fringe flapping about while the other hand rings the bell. You know your moving fast by the hum of the card that you pinned to the spoke.

One last thing along the way that money in your pocket from the sales of the day. You stop at the store for that special treat. You know you shouldn't do it but you eat it on the way. You hear your mother calling, it’s time to go. You hop on your bike shouting see you later.

You make it home just in time for dinner kicking off your shoes, as your mom yells out "wash your hands". Starved from the day you eat it all up. Mom says, "go take a bath, I'll be right up". Squeaky clean, and exhausted from the day, a hug from mom and kiss from dad what a way to end a glorious day. They tuck you in and kiss you good-night, no story is needed, not tonight. Your eyes are heavy trying to stay awake, but you can't do it because your dreams are calling you to sleep. Good night sweet child.