My plan was to have Elijah sit in his stroller at a nearby playground and watch bigger kids play while I read The Economist. But no one else was at the park. Well, almost nobody. There was a dad with a girl of what looked like about 5 years old, plus a couple people (looked like a grandfather with a granddaughter) played tennis a little way off. They were pretty bad, but didn't care a bit and apparently thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Good for them!
Having nothing for Elijah to look at, I had to take it upon myself to entertain him. He spent a little time in a swing, rode a small iron horse, walked a little, and then decided he was tired. I held him in my arms and paced back and forth for a while. It was a beautiful day. A sunny blue sky, a cool breeze, a quiet park, green trees, a squeaky swing, tiny shoes, small steps, a precious little baby boy with blue eyes, a content mother. What else does one need?* Life is beautiful.
The peace was so overwhelming that I couldn't help but hum a little to myself (I indulge myself in singing once in a while, but only when no one can hear, as I really can't carry a tune in a paper bag):
If you want to live life free,*All right, one also needs a job, a place to live, something to eat and to wear, and preferably health insurance. But other than that?
Take your time, go slowly.
Do few things, but do them well.
Little joys are holy.
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