Bouncing Beauty

I paced the floor, lightly bouncing with each step as my hand tapped out a slow, soft beat against my son's back and he flexed his legs in the moment nearest sleep as if to leap out of my arms like a frog into the water.

Too soon he was still, this child yet filled with wonder and learning and fresh life. Too soon he was slightly awake again as I fretted whether or not to pick him back up and bounce until he was safely lost once more in his world of frogs.

There is exquisite beauty in even the smallest things life has to offer. I thank God for the opportunity to raise and be raised by this child whose exploration of life reawakens my perception of subtle joy.