The spinning rack at the cleaners delighted him.
He helped me carry the few things we needed (and few extras of course) from the dollar store; fascinated by the number 7 candle we bought for his sister's upcoming birthday. 'Why did we get a seven?" he kept asking. 'How do you light it?'
He stood quietly by my side asking questions at the post office. He reached his hands up to the counter, barely being able to reach it when standing on his tip-toes, wanting to see what was happening. The post office worker placed a priority mail sticker on his hand and said what a surprise it would be if he showed up in Grandma's mailbox.
As we left the post office he made sure to hold my hand. As we slowly walked to the car he asked why the building was white and why there was a fence. Why were there so many leaves on the ground? In that moment I just wanted to freeze time.
|Leaves changing on trees and Palm trees- gotta love SoCal|
I was filled with peace.
Yes, we had several more stops to make, but in that moment I didn't care that he was walking slowly or asking a million questions. His hand was safely in mine; I was his world, his protection at that moment and it was good.
I know it will all go way too quickly. I know soon he will be gone all day at school like his brother and sister. Learning things from other kids, learning from other adults. trying to figure things out.
For that moment when he was asking me why there were cactuses in that person's yard, I was more then happy to stop and notice, to stop and pay attention.