Last Sunday I cried.
A portal opened before me and I walked through
Smack Dab into a sun-soaked morning from my childhood.
With keen interest I watched
The attractive young lad of 4 years, his wide-eyed Innocence,
Focus and Curiosity...
Playing with a frog and a colourful model Ferris wheel that came back with his Dad from Korea.
I got such a kick out of this little guy!
As I walked up, he noticed me and smiled.
I held him on my lap to... what?
Give him a head's up?
"There's going to be some great times ahead, but some really tough times too."
He got up and walked around behind me,
put one hand over my neck, and patted my silver hair with the other.
"It's gonna be okay," he said as only a 4-year-old can.
THAT was unexpected.
Unconditional Love bubbled up and covered me like a hot spring.
I cried and cried.