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It is humbling, and a wonderful, heartwarming reminder, to be walking along pushing a one year old and a two year old in the stroller, showing them the colored leaves, and then watching the absolute joy on their faces when I handed each one a gigantic fallen maple leaf.
How is it that we sometimes lose that simple joy in all that is so accessible and readily available?
Pick up a fall leaf, kids. Inspect its veins, its shape, its color, its place in the grand cycle of the seasons.
Is it not a freaking miracle?