Look at that face - pure bliss.
The face of a six year old boy who just savored a grape popsicle.
And, that, in and of itself, was a miracle, because you see, it was a TWINSICLE!
Two for the price of one!
Earlier that day, we'd visited the Alexandria, VA's farmers' market, and listened to the "peach man" sing the virtues of the peaches he hawked. And, this little one giggled in sheer delight that a grown man was singing about peaches.
We discussed the merits of various iced cookies, finally settling on an iced baseball for daddy, and two iced dinosaurs - one for him, and one for his cousin, Alex.
We lingered over flower boquets, since it proved tough to figure out which ones should go home with us. We wanted them all.
We sat on sun drenched chairs, blowing a whistle now and then for the pleasure of it, while we watched a puppy greet his owner.
After heading home and having a peanut butter sandwich, cut into triangles, and arranged just so on the plate, as well as some blueberries we'd just bought, it seemed a great idea to visit the zoo.
Feeding the goats, laughing ourselves silly when one grabbed the entire cup of feed, upended it, and proceeded to feast. No matter, plenty of feed littered the ground, and was there for the taking. Goat feeding is serious business and great pleasure all at the same time.
Then, off to the wagon ride and eyeing Dr. Pepper, an enormous Watusi cow, with horns that could knock you silly. Would he come to visit? No, but I think it was okay with this 6 year old. The ostriches and emus came begging, and the llamas said hello, and he gathered the courage to pet one or two. No lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my, but zebras, camels, and deer offered just as much delight.
For a few shining seconds, we held a budgie on a feeding stick, a tiny little miracle of feathers in our hands.
Our day ended with the awesome grape twinsicle; a day of simple pleasures but ever so much delight.
We all need more of these days, days where we go with the flow, and open ourselves up to whatever is offered.
A day where we make choices to be happy. The goat grabbing the feed cup could have gone the other way. It could have been an occassion to lament the loss of an entire cup of feed. We chose silliness and laughter.
With the help of a six year old boy, we chose joy.
Not a bad deal!