Through A Child's Eyes

A water taxi floats along in the early morning sunshine of the Dubai Creek.

Back home. I spent the day with my 3 year-old son yesterday, much to my sheer enjoyment. We ran some errands and I traded him a haircut for a piece of bubblegum out of the machine. I just sat back and watched him navigate the world. I couldn’t stop laughing and smiling as little guy jetted from one thing to the next, fascinated with everything he saw or could touch. At one point he came out with “I got me a haircut”. OK, I need to get THAT fixed, but it still made me laugh.

My son, like all children, takes so much pleasure in discovery. He sees things with a clean slate, no preconceptions, no prejudice, just unabashed interest and curiosity. Why do we ever loose that when we get older? Wouldn’t life be amazing if the mere act of watching a gumball roll out of the machine was the greatest thing in the whole world?

Nirvana

Children playing in the Centennial Park fountain.

I made it home last week, and have been so caught up with reacquainting myself with my family that I've neglected to post anything since I returned. I suppose that it's a matter of priorities, at least that's what I've been telling myself. I've been spending time with my three year-old, doing yard work, and trying to help my wife with mundane tasks around the house. Long, slow sigh. Nirvana.

Home

Coming home is always the best. Landing at the airport, Immigration, collecting bags, Customs; none of it ever happens fast enough. That moment of seeing my wife or son for the first time in six weeks. I notice all of the little changes; the smallest details. My son has new words and expressions. My wife bought new sunglasses. Everything is a discovery amide the haze of jet lag. It's always magical coming home.