I watched my daughter making wishes after school today.
It's interesting how you don't have to teach children to do certain things, like notice dandelions and stop to blow them and watch their little tufts float away.
At her age, wishes involve dreams about American Girl and Disney and all things childlike. Everything, even a weed, is bright and beautiful in her eyes.
She is still so innocent, so hopeful, so unaware of life's demands and rush. She has all the time in the world. She is not in a hurry.
She takes me back to simplicity. And I love that about her.
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