His eyes sparkle when he laughs. She tries so hard to remember new words, like ‘humidity’ and ‘variety’.
He talks of dump trucks and tools. She talks of first grade and of tag on the playground.
The sun shines on these two as they play together in the yard. I quietly dream of their futures, hoping their expectations reach beyond their wildest dreams and that they are always as happy and as gentle and as genuine as they are right this minute, rolling in the sun, holding onto each other in laughter and knowing nothing but this kind of pure happiness.
~K
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