this morning i sat on the front steps and watched them run, scooter and bike back and forth down the sidewalk. how perfect they are.
this afternoon I saw a chubby little boy , around 11 years old with rosy cheeks carefully selecting dandelions from his front yard and placing them into his other hand already full with a big yellow bouquet. perfect.
driving along I watched as a husband and wife -well into their 60's- walked together hand in hand, arms swinging ... like teenagers newly in love.
bottle the moments
they slip away