I am tired of so much these days: tired of cancer, tired of financial woes, tired of war, tired of the ceaseless barrage of misery that parades across the news reel, tired of politics and drama getting in the way of common sense and doing the right thing. Yesterday, while a gunman was shooting up Virginia Tech, I was working on a grant to help the non-profit I run work to prevent youth violence in my community. Which reminds me, I’m also tired of writing grants.
But seemingly within moments, with a big smile and squinty eyes, Vampboy runs to me in the grocery store as I meet up with him and Vampmommy for some food shopping. He grips my hand and runs down the isle, determine to show me the “LOB – TERS” that crawl around the tank. He couldn’t be prouder as he points them out to me, repeating their name again, over and over.
Another day of brilliant discovery.
In his eyes, the world is still magical and wonderful.
If only more people saw it that way.