My morning dog walk on Friday took us past the local elementary school. The dog was taking in all the smells at ground level and I’m looking around for anything to amuse me during our morning ritual.
As we passed the school, two cars pulled into the parking lot almost in synch.
The doors open and two fathers stepped out and released their daughters from their car seats.
Then, something amazing happened.
The two girls, with their backpacks in place, came together. They held hands and skipped up the sidewalk to the school. The fathers followed them in.
I felt a little out-of-place. I can’t remember the last time I skipped anywhere. During this winter, I swear my dog, part Husky, skipped through the snow drifts on our walks but that’s about it.
So, I ask. When was the last time you lived the true joy of youth and skipped somewhere?
It’s the little things. Actually, maybe that’s everything.