Last week I went for a little visit to see Miss Molly (my granddaughter) and her parents. On the last day of my visit my daughter suggested we take a walk through the near by aquarium. Now keep in mind, Molly is barely going on 6 months, so this stroll was more for the two of us adults and probably a way to keep us from shopping.
As we entered this is all I noticed, a bird of some sort standing by itself. Really no big deal in my eyes, just another little puffin.
But then I looked down to see this . . .
One wide eyed child.
Full of wonderment . . .
Full of curiosity . . .
Full of fascination . . .
And I began to see the aquarium through the eyes of a child.
Thats when I saw puffins as they really were, lovely birds . . .
full of love for one another . . .
Thats when I saw the magic of creation . . .
in the pop of color embedded naturally on the fish.
That’s when I saw that every living thing might have a story to tell the world if we observe close enough.
That’s when I saw all the colors and life that can take place under the sea.
That’s when I saw the true expression of a penquin
and the pure joy they had as they dove into the water.
That’s when I saw the extraordinary life of jelly fish . . .
That’s when I saw that life has so much to offer when we look at it through the eyes of a child.
A few hours later as my plane ascended above the clouds I was overwhelmed by this simple realization . . .
We truly do rise by lifting others . .
Thank you dearly Miss Molly for teaching me this lesson.