I always knew, before having my own child, that little ones often have a way of slowing you right down to their pace. They can make you appreciate the world in perhaps a different way, through their fresh eyes. I love that about children. Joseph was about seven weeks old when he was captivated by this blossom tree. It's leaves and flowers were swaying in the dappled light and his little eyes marvelled at it all. We stopped, and took it all in, slowly.
I watched him watching, then I watched what he was watching and I wondered with him.
I was so grateful to him, for making me take time. For making me go slower in this moment of beauty than I ever would have done had I been on my own.
