Purple tutu.

The yellow balloon bounced out of the small fountain onto the green grassy lawn followed closely by a head of long brown curls. The rascal balloon was quickly apprehended by two little hands and promptly returned to it's perch atop the bubbling water. Bright orange tee-shirt, purple tutu, white hair clip, flying across the sunny maze of sidewalk and turf.

I wanted to be her. I want a purple tulle skirt and an orange tee. I want to splash, carefree in the fountain. She was supremely happy. Not worried or distracted. She is contented just to watch the water fall through her fingers with her two moppy haired brothers. I want to run and skip and twirl.

The great thing is, that I can. I can twirl till my heart is content. I can laugh and skip and find joy in the feeling of grass between my toes if I stop and take notice. The only thing I'm missing is the purple tutu.

And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 18:3-4