Precious.

Today, as I was enjoying a refreshing morning and sitting on my favorite love seat next to the window in our living room, I caught a glimpse of my neighbor... he's probably about ten years old and lives with his family across the street. I watched him look around surreptitiously to make sure no one was outside watching and then proceed to play football by himself in his front yard. He was the ref, the defense, and the offense all in one. He would make calls and show the appropriate hand motions; he would toss the ball in the air and then catch it; he would dodge past imaginary opposing players and often end up on the ground after a supposed tackle. It was adorable. In a month when my patience can run thin at times, I am thankful for this simple reminder of the joy and innocence of being a child.