Today, I got a voice note from my friend on the new plot of his kids. They said they had a dream in which they were invited to my place to spend the weekend. He burst out laughing, and asked them to record their dream as a voice note for me. (Dreams do not only come to us at night. Some come to us as desires.)
Children are life’s purest beauty.
Obviously, my friend would not mind having the weekend free with his wife. He was sending me the voice note as a plea for me to acquiesce to their demand. At a certain age, parents practically plead for help with their children.
Sadly, I cannot babysit this weekend, as I have a couple of functions to attend. But I will save this voice note for doses of joy in the future.
I am thankful the gift of children and the joy they unwrap in us.
