I love the days when we take time to slow down, and drink in the goodness of life with big gulps. We took Hudson down to the river's edge for a little fun in the Spring-time sun, and he had a permanent smile as he romped through the grass, pointing out boats and babies and trees and bees.
We happened upon a meadow of traditional Native American tee-pees, and our little guy was in awe of each majestic tent, as he ran from the red one to the green one to the blue one. We all played Indians, until Hudson spotted something even more exciting in the distant sand pit. We made our way to the big, brown ship where we magically transformed ourselves from an Indian Tribe into a crew of Pirates on the High Seas.
Seeing Hudson's growing imagination develop before my eyes is one of my favorite things these days.
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
-Pawnee Eagle Chief