simple pleasures



I'm sitting in the rocking chair in J's nursery watching the nearly-nine-month-old man of my dreams take things out of the laundry basket. He's having a fabulous time examining each piece, rolling them around in his dimpled hands, sinking his eight eager teeth into them like they are slathered in syrup.

It strikes me as odd, yet honest, that the simplicity of a sock is just as amazing to him as a $20 noise-making toy.

We have a lot to learn from these tiny creatures!




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