A little Purple Piece of Beauty. . .

Her light brown pigtails bounce off her shoulders as she skips down the side walk only a few steps ahead of us, her fingers are wrapped gently around a small purple wild flower she had pulled up out of the freshly watered grass on the beginning of our walk towards the park. We ventured toward the spot that crosses beneath the main street; this is her greatest fear at age three, a small creek with a few trees to shade the area where old men sometimes fish. She managed to make it through the under pass and back into the sunshine. With great excitant she squealed than took off running toward the swings , and before allowing her mother to pick her up and place her into the swing she leaned down dug a small hole in the sand with her little index finger and pushed the stem of the little pruple flower into the sand, then quickly reached up for her mother to put her in the swing and she laughed loudly as the swing flew up into air.

Its amazing how someone so young and so small, can be so graceful about leaving little the tiniest pieces of beauty in places for others to come across. The true beauty of it all is that she did the whole thing with out thinking, she just happened to come across the wild flower in her neighbors freshly watered lawn, and then happened to carry it along with her on the way to the park where she graced that swingset with a small purple piece of beauty.