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Okay so I’ve been fighting a cold bug of some sort and if actions are any indication than I am on the winning side. I have remained ambulatory when I long ago would’ve expected to have taken to my bed. My only answer for why has to be expectation and joy. I spent a few hours in the presence of children, lots of them!
This is not something I get many opportunities for or should I say I haven’t been seeking them out. Most activities taking up my time center around “grown-up” stuff. Being with children reawakens something deep inside about dreams and hopes, excitement and laughter. Seeing the world through the eyes of a child is a place I need to come to often.