they zoomed by on their razor scooters noticing our children but totally playing it cool. scoping out the scene, making themselves known but not yet available. a tad older than my children but still drawn to our little campsite in the woods.
i'd like to say that i immediately looked at them with love and compassion and potential for friendship, but i didn't. i judged their haircuts and their mother for allowing such treachery on girls merely seven and ten. i questioned their choice of summer clothing on a cool fall day the last week in october. i listened as they spoke, words like mush thrown into the wind, hardly understandable.
soon my little one reached out, like she does, and they began to speak a universal language of smiles and giggles. blending pleasantly with the bright colors of falling leaves drifting through the air. you couldn't help but take notice.
no strings attached.
no judgement for how they looked or how they spoke.
no concern of where they came from or where they were going.
just genuine, unadulterated, jesus-with-skin-on, love.
i have so much to learn from you little one, so much to learn.
*joining carissa for miscellany monday