Orange leaves

Its been awhile since I’ve written. 

Here’s what’s been going on. Sam started 4K. He loves, loves, LOVES school. Getting him up and going in the morning used to be a chore, but now its easy. He gets his own clothes on and eats his breakfast and we go outside together to wait for the bus (which is one of the best parts of going to school). 

I enjoy the bus stop. The kids like to race each other up and down the hill. Jumping up and down blowing on their hands, they chat and giggle and it brings back memories for me. The world seems to shift every ten years or so, as though it were a spinning house and I am seeing different sides of it. First the front step, then the roof, then a window, like a camera that is zoomed in too far. 

Its temping to think that I can see the whole house.

But even with my eyes wide open, I can only see the piece that’s in front of me. I think I read this somewhere…about a professor that asked his students to look out a window at a large cathedral and describe it. Even when everyone was looking from the same angle, what they saw was different. 

I think life is like that. When we are small, we see certain things. Like the various shades of orange in the leaves. The shape of our breath in the cold air. 

I enjoy the bus stop, because I take the chance to see what the kids see. And it makes my life richer and brighter.