Lukas-dirt-pile

I wonder how many times I’ve passed that huge pile of dirt when I’m out feeding the Golden Girls, and not once thought of climbing to the top.

Or thought of retrieving dirt clods and watching them shatter into hundreds of tiny pieces as I dash them to the ground.

It took a four-year-old boy to show me the fun I’ve been missing!

What about you?

Are there simple gifts you’re missing?

Has your life become too serious? Too prescribed?   Too boring?

What might your dirt pile look like?

I’m still wondering what mine is.

 

P.S. Happy Birthday to my baby sister!! Get ready for Texas sheet cake and a LOT of candles 🙂

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