September 27

This one brought a song to mind...

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine....

When we got home from dinner this evening, Brady took a moment to admire the lights that adorn the trees along the fence that borders our front walkway. There was really nothing unusual or special about the gesture; he does it every time they're on and we pass by. He calls the purple ones blueberries because they're small and round, and well, color aside, they do look like blueberries.

I guess the innocence of his wonder tasted saltier than usual tonight, that's all. And my cynical mind can always benefit from moments of sweet, wide-eyed enjoyment.