Have you ever had one of those moments? The type that, while it would ordinarily get lost in the bustle of your day, managed to burrow its way into your heart? I had one of those this week.
The Little Dude and I had just gotten home from running errands, and it was lunchtime. I was trying to bribe him into going inside, but instead he made a beeline for a small pile of leaves by the sidewalk. He immediately began to pick them up and throw them in the air, laughing and smiling like he had found the most amazing thing. At first, I was frustrated-I like to run on a schedule, and playing outside was not on the agenda. But I decided to give him a few minutes. And a few more, then a few more after that. Watching him run through the leaves simply made me happy. He’s been hard at work on his therapy, our general schedule has been hectic, and if anyone needs some down time, it’s a two year old boy.
It was windy, and LD was fascinated by watching the leaves blow across the yard and into the parking lot. He began to run headlong into the wind, arms out, face scrunched with delight as the wind blew his hair back. The weather was perfect, sunny and just warm enough. The sun made my baby’s hair glow with this golden light, but it couldn’t compete with the light coming from my boy. He was happy, alive, and totally in the moment. I couldn’t help but join him in the leaves. We ran into the wind, threw leaves at each other, and were in the moment together.
I know that, as time goes on, I may lose the details, but I’ll always remember the light shining on my boy’s hair, that beautiful smile of pure happiness, and how my heart swelled with joy and love.