|Dang. I have some beautiful children.|
The older I get, the more I'm conscious of ways very small things can make a change in the world. Tiny little things, but the world is made up of tiny matters, isn't it?
Sophie and her aide M got off the bus this afternoon, stepped down into the green grass and out into the sparkly air. It is sparkly, this sunny day in Los Angeles. M reported that Sophie had had a great day. She said they'd visited the school library, just down the hallway from The Ugly Room. She said that they had sat down and that she had read aloud from a collection of Sandra Cisneros' short stories. Sophie listened intently, M said, and focused on the book. She seems to really like print, M said, and I nodded. I've noticed that, too, a tiny matter that makes up the world.
This day sparkles.