This morning I took my parents and my little four year old nice to the airport on their way to a vacation time abroad. My little nice was so exited about it all.
The night before, while it was still about 11 PM, she kept coming to my room to ask me how much longer it would take before they could go to the airplane and flight to the beach. She would walk in almost every three minutes and ask me the same question “how many hours till we go”. And I would answer her with the same words, “four hours, sweetie”.
To her, minutes felt like hours, and in her wondering mind, that is all they were – minutes!
Well, I have to confess, it took me only some “minutes” with her to be reminded of the wonderful power of wonder in all of us.
