New Discoveries
I stood the Queen at the window to watch her Adday (translated: daddy) chop wood for the firepit–first time she’d ever seen the event. Her attention was captured and stillness settled on her as she processed what he was doing. Her breath made a fog on the window, and the occasional nose print appeared when she tried to get an even closer view of this amazing and unusual activity.
Fascination
Once she understood what he was doing, she seemed to relax and immerse herself in every movement. He would swing the ax, she would bounce and giggle. We could actually feel the impact of the ax to the wood to the ground from where we stood in the house–which only heightened her mental participation.
The swing-thunk-crack turned into swing-SQUEAL-thunk-BOUNCE-crack-GIGGLE.
Adday stopped to catch his breath. B knocked on the window and emphatically shook her head “yes”–which was her way of telling him, “Do it again, Adday!”
And so he did.
May I always appreciate and enjoy the swing-thunk-cracks of life that could easily be overlooked.
The Queen’s perspective……..
