I just had a beautiful moment with my daughter as we watched the wind blow the helicopter seeds from the large maple tree behind our house.
It was dusk and the light was bright enough to illuminate the thousands of tiny seeds as they slowing resisted, but eventually succumbed to the ground, twisting their way towards the possibility of new growth.
Her eyes bright, she paused as she wandered back to bed and said with a gleaming smile, "So tomorrow we can pick them up in our hands and throw them into the sky? Oh that will be so much fun. Good night daddy... Oh one last thing..." Then a gentle kiss on the cheek and the quiet tap tap tap as she skipped back to bed.
I love her.
