I sit here looking out the window at two girls and their father playing on the beach, there are still a few hours of daylight in the summer skies before they need to make way for the night. The sunlight hits their blonde hair making it glow as they jump in and out of the water and climb over the large rock. I can't help but imagine how much more amazing those girls day has become and how much of this afternoon any of them will remember.
Not more than an hour or so ago I found myself wondering what it must be like for the Tiny Human as he discovers things for the first time. How it must feel to watch a seagull take flight for the first time, watch it soar over your head and across the water, when it was just on the ground in front of you. Life's possibilities must seem endless, but how many more times will a bird in flight be amazing?
Being a creative I like to think that I am in touch with my sense of wonderment, but there is nothing like having children around to show you how much you're actually missing.
The Tiny Human and I have a lot of firsts to come and a lot of memories to make, I just hope that with the hussle & bussle of life I don't forget those little moments.
Not more than an hour or so ago I found myself wondering what it must be like for the Tiny Human as he discovers things for the first time. How it must feel to watch a seagull take flight for the first time, watch it soar over your head and across the water, when it was just on the ground in front of you. Life's possibilities must seem endless, but how many more times will a bird in flight be amazing?
Being a creative I like to think that I am in touch with my sense of wonderment, but there is nothing like having children around to show you how much you're actually missing.
The Tiny Human and I have a lot of firsts to come and a lot of memories to make, I just hope that with the hussle & bussle of life I don't forget those little moments.