November 15

As we passed a field during our walk this afternoon, Isaac suddenly bolted and dropped to the ground. Giggling, he waved his arms and legs back and forth through the grass.

After the first round of giggles passed, he announced that he was making the warm-weather version of snow angels: grass angels.

That creativity is a blessing, no doubt, as is the shameless innocence of childhood that lets someone drop to the ground and wiggle around without worrying what passersby will think. That kind of carefree fearlessness makes me think of Heaven.