Pure

It is amazing the pure happiness one can see on a child's face sometimes. I don't mean crazy excitement like when they get the present the want, or the peaceful contentment of waking up from a nightmare-free sleep. The feeling of utter enjoyment that is not just momentous but lasting. Being in a safe place with people you trust to not hurt you, doing something that has no negative consequences, facing curiousity and delving to understand and appreciate the answer. In this case, being with your siblings during the 15 minutes if waiting for the bus. Seeing white everywhere, tasting the snow as it falls, and feeling a pile of it on your hands, making feet prints where before was just freshly fallen snow.

Love these kids. Love having kids. They make me, constantly, see the world in a much different, simpler level.