I’d love to see the world through his eyes. I long for the ability to have as much curiosity as a toddler. To be delighted by the simplest of things. I find beauty in so much while also feeling the rush and pull of life and responsibilities. He’s reminds me to slow down. “Look at the tree, Mama, the Baltimore Oriole is back,” his face says. He points to the clouds as a plane flies overhead. He watches a bee, buzzing around the window, a spider making a web. He sees a dog across the street, our neighbors walking down the road. He is never in a hurry, unless it is to get something he wants badly and knows there is limited time to obtain it. Simplicity at its very finest, toddlerhood.