Dear Little Dude,

I’m so thankful every day to be able to see things through your eyes, because we adults tend to make things so darn complicated.

Today I shuffled into work at 9 AM, desperate for my second cup of coffee. I stared at the computer screen, but nothing made complete sense.

I grumbled about the fact that many of my friends worried about the pay and productivity loss they might suffer during the government shutdown.

I made a list of all the chores I needed to do after work.

Then I got a text message.

While I struggled to get my Monday rolling, you went on an errand to the store and got yourself a free balloon.

For just a minute, I stopped everything and put myself in your shoes.

For just a minute, what a wonderful possibilities the world held: sunshine, people smiling and waving and saying hello, and a great big red balloon just floating there like magic.

Every time we go to the store, and I get you a balloon and start checking things off my list, I miss the point. I miss the magic.

Today, when I couldn’t be there with you, I saw your eyes shining in that picture, and I understood.

How much happier could we all be if we let those little things make our day again?

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