We are driving home from a big community sing up in the hills. We are driving through the cornfields and dense forest as dusk falls around us. As we turn towards home, the sky opens up to the west. There are luminous, purple clouds, backlit by a pale pink sky.
My little son says, "Look at the beautiful sunset over the rolling hills."
remember to sing that sentence, and make each word last at least 3 seconds
Look at the beautiful sunset over the rolling hills.
My child will do something, someday, with words. He already understands how to use them to make beauty.
4 comments:
That was beautiful! Kids are so cute when they just come out with something so profoundly sweet. I am often amazed by the things my daughters say.
I don't know about Greg, but you make beauty with your words in your blog with every entry. I can see where he gets it from.
I agree with Shannon - it seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree here.
love it. i can just imagine him sing-songing those words...
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