I see it in my grandson Jack -- the wonder of learning, gleaning, wanting to be like his dad and his mom.
I see it in my grandson Thatcher. His honesty. It would behoove me to try to be more like him.
I see it in my granddaughter Margaret as she is amazed by the wind blowing in the trees and by the birds in the sky.
I need to learn more about what they see...and less about what I know.