"In the eyes of a child, you will see the world as it should be." -unknown

It's amazing how we are all so different, yet so similar in so many ways.  As we were walking down the road today in this gorgeous weather we are having, we hit a little bumpy patch and Ramsey started singing "aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh" to hear his little voice vibrate.  Whenever we go through the tunnel on our path, he always yells his chewbaca style words to hear the echo of his voice.  When he hears music, he almost instantly dances.  If there is a fan on he has to try and stick his fingers in it, every time, then he sings into it.  And of course there is the shoe phase, where they have to try on everyone else's shoes, they are obsessed with shoes.  My closet gets rearranged weekly from Ramsey's shoe escapades.  It was funny because as we were walking I could remember doing all of these things myself as a kid.  

Ramsey's favorite Christmas gift, a box and a cape.

Who doesn't hear fun music and instantly want to dance or drum the counter, or tap your toe at the very least?  When your favorite song comes on, who can resist singing along?  Maybe this is just me, but who sees an amazing hill and doesn't at least consider rolling down it, or a beautiful climbing tree you know is begging to be climbed. I love watching my kids discover all of these little wonderments.  I love that each one discovers them differently and reacts not quite the same as the others.

Rylan climbing trees.

Sometimes I wish these little things always felt so wonderful.  I wish my body would let me roll down hills without me instantly regretting it, or even swing without getting dizzy, or jump on the trampoline without having to go pee.  Gavin will tell me how he stops to watch ants or bees and how cool they are.  Rylan loves to catch rolly polies and make them his friends.  Beckhams greatest joy in life is looking for lizards and snakes and frogs.  I peaked through my window yesterday and watched Cohen and Ramsey wrestling on the trampoline, huge grins on their faces.  All my boys can look in the sky and find wonder and shapes in the clouds.  I wish the little things would still amaze me.  I wish I could find joy so easily.  It's sad that life hardens us so far past the innocence of a child.  It's sad that we need more than the natural pleasures around us.  

Gavin catching caterpillars.  

Gavins first birthday balloons.

I wish I could do some of it over again if but just for an hour.  Time travel for this alone would be amazing.  To run with the wind and feel like you're flying.  To jump off a high dive for the first time.  To ride your bike without hands.  To do your first cart wheel or front flip.  To catch snowflakes on your tongue for the first time.  To spin in circles until you fall down giggling. To lay in the grass and watch the clouds or stars. However, watching my little guys discover and experience is almost just as good.  That is one of the greatest gifts of parenthood, watching them grow.

Cohen flying with his magic cape. 

Beckham's first snow.

Cohen's first time feeling grass. 

Perhaps if we could see life through the eyes of a child more often, there would be a little more peace.  If we could remember that we have felt that way once too, then we can be a little more playful. A little more remembering, and maybe, just maybe there will be a lot more joy along the way. 








“Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3–4).

Beckham always climbing.

Beckhams first diving board jump. 

Gavin's first trampoline.