I was able to spend Saturday afternoon into Sunday morning with an old friend, her husband, and their little one year old daughter.
I miss being around families.
My family lives to far away for me to be able to see them more than once or twice a year, if I'm really lucky, I can see them three times in a year.
Being a young single adult, I don't get to be around a lot of families.
I especially miss being around children.
They bring magic back into life.
Everything is so new and fantastic and brilliant.
They make magic exist.
When they realize that a tomato grows on a plant, that's magic.
When they learn how to walk, that's magic.
When they learn how to speak, that's magic.
Children see the world so full of good and hope, it's really a shame how many of us lose that as we grow up.
I wish I had the eyes of a child.
My eyes have grown tired, and they are starting to see things in a very cynical light.
Then, I get to spend time around children, and I'm reminded what I need to take seriously, and what really isn't worth the effort.