Wonderment

This morning, as I watched my son watching me with a curious flux of wonderment, the kind an unencumbered mind experiences only in the rarest pockets of youth, a pondering of the intricacies of life while someone you’ve come to love is just then staring back with unfiltered, unfettered affection…he reached out his thoughtful hand, and picked my nose.

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