Yesterday I was walking hand in hand with my daughter through the parking lot. The wind was blowing pretty hard, although it thankfully wasn't the painful, whipping wind we often get gusts of here. I made a comment to her about it being windy. She said, "Mommy, the wind is really soft and it tickles my eyes."
I realize it is nothing overly profound, but for some reason just the description really stuck with me. Maybe it had something to do with the way she said it. Almost surprised or impressed. I'm not really sure. Either way I like her description.
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Hm, you better note these gems down. Future book material?
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