I have an 8 by 10 photo of the boys sitting on Santa's knee that I keep up year round.
The picture isn't great. Just one of those department store photos. The boy's have messy hair, terrible smiles. There were no retakes, no special lenses or multiple poses to choose from. And yet, I display it prominently in my house, changing it yearly.
Why? Because of what it represents to me. Magic. The magic and wonder of childhood.
Matthew is now 7 and Ryan will be 6 very soon. Everything they do and see is full of energy and enthusiasm that is absolutely contagious. Whether it is playing in the snow, digging in the sandbox, going for a hike or seeing Santa at the mall, they see the world as a magical wonderland.
We only have a few more years of this pure magic before it is gone. We get so caught up in getting chores done, getting schoolwork done, running errands. We have to remember to stop and enjoy the magic and wonder of the world.
To me, that photo is my window to that magic, even if it is just a glimpse.
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