“What else, mommy?”

“What else, mommy?” Elijah says taking my “order” with pen & paper in hand. “Hmm, I’ll have pancakes!” I say. “OK!” he says while making scribbles on his notepad. . . “What else, mommy, what else?”

I am dazzled by the imagination & innocence of my child. The purity of children is to be held as one of the most revered experiences a human can have. I am beyond grateful to be invited into the sacredness of my son’s precious lens through which he experiences life.


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