It didn’t take much; A cold garden hose held by the hands of a willing mama paired with little exposed toes running wild through those summer soft greens.

And I think his lungs may have been trying to escape him as the cold whipped up against his back and chest, so he let it all go in big giggles and eyes wide as that cod-fish grin. I don’t think he missed a thing running free under this warming sun.

And that joy, you know, it didn’t take much.

… baffles and renews the simplicity made in me. I don’t think he missed a thing.