Precious things

This morning you would have found me sitting on the front doorstep in the sunshine, while my toddler pottered around gathering precious things. You'll notice a piece of toast. That was the remains of his breakfast. The grass was a gift from me. The rest are his precious things. Some small polystyrene balls. A few stones, his favourite being the broken bit of patterned tile, an apple apparently (which I had to pretend to eat, making crunching apple sounds). Two whole buttercups and one shredded buttercup, handed to me petal by petal.

I wondered what went through his little head as he carefully selected these items. I still can't imagine. It is a good reminder to enjoy the present moment and to find joy and satisfaction in the small things of life.

This morning we were contented.