Monday Color

Oh Beauty, ever ancient, ever new.

~ St. Augustine

When an almost-three-year-old asks if he can paint, it is an invitation to watch wonder in progress.

Exploring colors, feeling textures, and watching joy happen.

Swirls of color, intersecting imagination and reality.

Fingers cast in new shades of bluish-reddish happiness.

Wanting forever to hold onto the magic that is unfolding as delight and curious abandonment is happening....

And loving this sweet face that is still filled with such overwhelming joy and new delight in this big, wide, wonderful world of ours.

Gentle Love

This week, Max tagged along when I took Joe for his riding lesson. There is something magical about how quiet the boys become around these gentle animals.

Joe (whispering): Come here, Max, come pet her nose.

Max (whispering): 'K, Joe. Thanks.

It was a great afternoon....

{ this moment }