Lily has another cold so she stayed home from school this morning. At one point she grabbed my glasses and tried them on, making me laugh. I bundled her up mid-morning for a short walk.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch." I kept repeating this as we walked through piles of crispy leaves. One neighbor's lawn in particular was covered in leaves, overflowing onto the street. I told Lily that they had fallen from the tree, getting ready for snow.
That's when we looked up. There we stood, at the side of the street, our heads back, our eyes fixed on the golden leaves overhead, hanging by threads, fluttering in the breeze.
"I will catch them." Lily said.
I realized she thought they might hurt when they fell.
"I will catch them."
The magic of the moment pulsed through me. This is why I'm here.
She may be trying on my glasses, but it's really me that needs to see life through Lily's eyes.