Waving At The World, Part Two

I thought today would be the perfect day to run one of my all-time favorite blog entries, from way-back around the time this blog was first birthed.

My son Devin is now 16 months, on his way to 17 (months, that is :-). Today we took a long walk together, and just like the glorious day almost half-his-life-ago when this earlier blog entry was written, he was waving at the world--first at a truck, then at a friendly passerby, then at a favorite neighbor.

After our walk, he practically leapt through a window in our living room shouting, "Baby! Baby!" (also with a wave) when he saw another neighbor just a few months younger than he being pushed by in a stroller. I am constantly amazed by this little being who emerged into our lives such a short time ago, and is continually teaching us how to greet the world--with a wave and a smile.

Here goes...

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My son is waving at the shower head as he takes his bath. He is laughing hysterically with joy, waiting for the shower to wave back.

He is nine months old, and loves saying hello to anyone and anything that catches his eye.

His newest friend is the set of windchimes hanging on our porch. He even tries to say it.

It comes out something like this.

“Wi…ch…” Again and again. Over and over.

He waves hello to the pot rack hanging overhead in our kitchen.

“Hello, pot rack,” we say, encouraging him as he waves.

“Hi-row, pt..rk..” He says, trying it out, chuckling to himself with delight.

He waves at a neighbor, a stranger passing by, the tree branches overhead.

“Hello, beautiful world, hello!” we say, as he greets the sunny world out his window with a wave each morning.

Devin James reminds us everyday what a joy it is to be alive.

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May we all remember what a great day today is. As Goethe wrote, "Nothing is worth more than this day." Enjoy yours!