There is a point in life where we gain a higher understanding of life. Like the very first time you find out that your parents are imperfect creatures. Or that you are actually good looking. Or that you can sing perhaps, and are overwhelmed at how much better you are at it than the few people you know. My son is in this point in his life right now. I woke up to find him right next to me (where there had been previously a considerable amount of space between us), already awake. He had kicked his blanket as it lay gathered at his feet. And there he was, looking at his hands in quiet observation, gazing at the way his fingers curled and closed. And when I whispered, “Hey…” he slowly shifted his gaze towards me, cooed, and then smiled.
Dust some crumbs off your lap: