To Be Young

He neither cares about the size of the house nor the ‘quality’ of items within it.

We all could & should learn from this.

In our small backyard, on our aging deck, he pulls & sweeps a broom for fun. I am jealous. He is fulfilled.

He is happy. I am happy.

I want this time, this phase, to last for as long as possible. Forever. But I know it can’t. Why?