He was picking flowers for his mother and handing them to me for safekeeping. When he finished, we turned to walk back to the campfire. “Okay,” I said, “now we are going to walk up this very big hill.” It was indeed a very big hill for someone who is still very small. “Let’s count our steps. Ready?” We walked hand-in-hand, his three steps to my one, and I counted. When we got to the top, he stopped and let go of my hand. He turned around and looked back down our hill. And then he clapped. He looked up at me with delight, and I clapped, too. It was very good.
“And God saw all that He had made, and it was very good.” Genesis 1:31
“Far too many people . . . think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old . . . means being grownup. . . . [I]f this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don't ever want to be one.” Madeleine L’Engle