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March 23rd, 2007 at 9:51 am

by Kim
In: Delight in the Little Things, Maintain Perspective

Today as I went on a morning walk I was overcome by spring.

It was a feast of the senses. The crisp morning air found it’s way deep into my lungs. It was like an internal spring cleaning.

The sky was a bright blue canvas with white feathers scattered randomly.

I saw a robin!

One of my favorite things about spring is the sound of the birds chirping, as if to say “Hey guys…we’re back!” When I was little we had a contest in my household every year about this time. Who would spot the first robin? Between the ages of four and nine this was a big deal. I would actually sit at the window and inspect the many trees that made up our backyard. Robins are a sign of hope. Their sheer presence tells us that the cold, dark winter is over.

I even saw a long wriggly worm slowly making it’s way across the sidewalk and taking a page out of my childlike husband’s book, I stopped to inspect it a little closer.

Those things are weird!

I realized as I walked that I was being captured by wonder and awe.
Kids have this down. Ever try going on a walk with a two or three year old? It’ll be a while. They find so many wonderful treasures.

(Photo from Kristin La Flamme’s Blog)

I am guilty, as are many adults, of often moving too quickly to notice the feathers up above, the squirmy and icky worm, and the music of the birds.

I’m glad I slowed down.

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I probably shared this story last year at this time, but I never tire of it (unlike my son, who is the object of the story and is subjected to my reminder of it every year ). When he was about 6, he came running to me very excited, saying, “Mom, Mom come and look! The most beautiful bird!” I looked out to see a red-winged blackbird, a dime-a-dozen in my estimation. But as he proceeded to draw my attention to the bright red wing, the yellow underwing, the blue-black feathers, I saw that he was truly right. A beautiful bird indeed, that God had sent us as a harbinger of Spring. It took the eyes of a child to make me see. So every year, when I see the first red-winged black bird (March 19th this year) my son gets a “Spring Has Sprung” message from me