Cupcake and I cozied up to the kitchen table after his nap yesterday. He sniffed out the chocolate I'd already been munching on while he slept and I felt guilty for not sharing. I knew a post-nap treat would delight him to no end.
As we chatted and nibbled on frosted brownies, he waved confidently and intentionally to someone outside. I stared through the big bay window but saw no one.
Who are you waving at? I asked
The trees, he replied.
I stared again through the window and beheld what I hadn't noticed five seconds prior: waving trees.
Sure enough, a warm southern breeze was rippling through the air and the tall pines and oaks that line the back of our property were bending and bowing and well, waving.
I just didn't have the capacity to see it at first.
I've said it before but it bears repeating: the eyes have it.