Something

There's something about children that brings the wonder back into my world.

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.