Remember when life was this glorious and easy?
When all of the world’s pleasures were right there, at your fingertips: simple, innocent, and for free?
When the only thing thing that mattered was the feel of the sun on your skin, the wind in your hair, the whirl of your skirt as it billowed around your knees, and the arc of your hand as you spun as fast as you could, creating a trail of bubbles in your wake?
Having children is like living in the act of remembering; the joys of childhood are displayed right in front of you, yours to enjoy all over again. The feel of the wind in your face as you ride down a hill on a bicycle, the pure ecstasy of a Popsicle on a hot summer day: all of this to be relish all over again, but this time with the appreciation that comes with age. Quite a blessing, indeed.