Oh, this boy. He only gives you one passing quizzical look in a new situation before deciding to go with the flow and enjoy whatever comes his way. In these past few weeks, as I bulldoze through the day trying to unpack this and find a place for that, this little fellow be-bops along close to my heart. I look down at him in his carrier, returning to reality after drifting into planning mode (I should do this, I need to make that, I must sit down and write back to so-and-so ...) He flashes me a wide-mouthed grin, then bursts into a belly laugh.
This boy. What a gift he is. Joyful. Round. Forgiving.