One of the things that I love about being a parent is how it has altered my perception of beauty. Little gifts that I would have passed by without even missing a step a few short years ago have become magnified, and they now scream for me to notice. When I get home from work, I often feel like a cultural anthropologist attempting to determine what meaning can be drawn from some artifact that was left in the hallway or on the living room floor.
Whether it is a crayon drawing, or a little line-up of flowers, I am amazed at the innocently creative nature of my child. This was actually left for me on the sidewalk in front of my house.
1 comment:
what an incredibly sweet child you have.
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