I'd call it: Through Young Eyes

We hung out with friends tonight and watched as the kids enjoyed one of the last water-worthy evenings of summer.  It was an awesome evening that gave way to the rise of an almost-harvest moon--the last full moon before the autumn equinox.

As we talked I thought back to one of my favorite memories from when my daughter was about eighteen months old.  It was November and snowing like crazy, but the flakes were unusually large and floated like feathers from the sky.  I wasn't thinking anything but to get her out of the weather as I unstrapped her from her car seat and pulled her into my arms.  But she raised her hands and her eyes and marveled.  The look of wonder on her face was so intense that I stopped, right there in a busy parking lot, to let her experience snow.

From that day I studied how my daughter looked at the world--how it was always so fresh to her, how everything was a happy discovery.  She's a teenager now, and often takes the natural world for granted.  So on nights like tonight I remind her: life will always give you plenty to look forward to if you will look at it through fresh, young eyes.