Sometimes I wish I was five.
Okay, I don't want to be five, but sometimes I wish I still had the heart of a five year old. Pure and joyful…and unconcerned what everyone else is thinking.
Able to get up on a bench in the middle of the mall (wearing a tiara no less) and dance like a maniac. Limbs flailing, smile beaming.
What must it be like to not be self-conscious at all? To be able to quite simply do what makes you happy. No complications, no what-ifs, no i-probably-shouldn't-do-thats.
Five year olds become best friends immediately. No "should I talk to her" no "does she like me". Just a simple I like her and she makes me happy so she's my bestie.
It is such a gift to view life through her eyes. She reminds me what it's really all about. She reminds me that all the other stuff doesn't really matter. Every day is an adventure, every cookie is the best cookie ever. Her heart is right there…on her pink sleeve for everyone to see.
Gosh, I wish I could live like that. 🙂
Happy Good Friday sweet friends.xxo