Excerpts from my book When Morning Comes Again
Page 13
“Today the sidewalks were clear,
but the streets still had remnants of snow and ice. He had shoveled the last
bit of snow last night in front of the gallery. Gabrielle had come out to help
after she had closed her shop for the day. She picked up some snow and threw a
snowball at him. He smiled just thinking about it. She had such a playful
child’s heart. She would have made a great mother. They threw snowballs at each
other until she finally called a truce.”
How soon we grow up and become adults. But inside us all is
this playful child wanting to experience the joy again. Why not let that
“child” come out to play sometime? Remember when you explored, created,
laughed, learned, read, imagined, climbed, danced, sang, clapped and jumped?
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