The magic of childhood

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.