My daughter was hanging out in her little tent this morning, and – as I was headed out the door for work – I saw her writing on a card inside.
I wondered what she was writing, imagining the story she was weaving through the scribbles and doodles. What magnificent world is unfolding her mind? Where does her imagination take her? I wish I could know, to see what she sees.
What wonderful things am I missing as I run to work, while she is making a world for herself? I pray that I take time to stop, breathe, and see the beauty she is creating daily.