What if we never see him again?

Some Friendships are forged over time and through some shared experiences. But every now and then a friendship forms in the blink of an eye.

This morning I had the pleasure of riding the bus with a few small boys who made the journey all the better with their wonder and excitment. Two young boys (I would say around ages 4 & 6) got on the bus with their dad a few stop after I got on. They had a back pack full of toys and books to keep them occupied. My heart was delighted when they chose to read Dr Suess's Sleep Book (a favorite of mine as a child, read to me so much that I can still quote a vast majority of the book to this day). But a few pages in and a few stops later another young rider, another boy about age 6, got on with his mother.

The bus was quite full so the father and sons squeezed together to make room for the other young boy. And the 3 boys began to talk and play. The brothers shared their toys most graciously with their new friend and I was grining at the silly conversation the 3 were having.

One stop before mine the boy and his mother exited the bus. The younger brother instantly turned to his dad and brother and most sincerly asked, "what if we never see him again?" And then it was my turn to exit.

On the eve of this Thanksgiving I am thankful for the tender hearts of children and the beautiful way that they see the world.

For the Autumn Trees

By Me

As your green disguise fades fast away
And true colors, orange and red appear
You fold your leaves as if to pray

The blue, bright sky has turned to gray
The heavy clouds release their rain
And the chill sends the faint of heart away

Like that nightly ritual
Of bath and prayer and bed
The earth is getting ready
To rest her weary head