To be a kid again..

The imagination and mindset of a child is a wonder that no one will ever understand. Yet, it is one of the purest things on this earth. The imagination of a child is so creative, so intuitive, so free, so living, so loving, so involved.

I'm not a religious person, not yet at least. But someone once told me that they believe that angels spoke through the laughter of children and infants. That whenever they are smiling and laughing, you cannot help but smile yourself, no matter what mood you are in. I'm yet to find that untrue. I just wish what these "angels" were/are trying to say...

I only bring this up because today while I was folding napkins at work and thinking about everything that was going on, I wasn't in the best of moods. A family of three came back from dinner and immediately their 5 year old son came walking towards me.

"I have something for you!" he had proclaimed with the proudest smile a kid his age would ever be able to conjure.
"Oh, yeah? Well let's see it!" I couldn't quite figure out what the folded up piece of paper was. But as I opened it, for some god given reason, I couldn't help but start to have tears well up in my eyes.

As I unfolded it, the little boy looked at me with the eyes of a child seeing his living room on Christmas morning. I looked at the paper, and had to hold back a little chuckle. All it was was a child's word find from Bubba's restaurants. You know, one you used to color and stuff while you were waiting for your food.

I looked back at the boy and thanked him and he still had such a pure, golden, proud smile. I finally looked at his parents and asked with my eyes 'Why?' their kid had given me this.

"Because you both have the same name," the told me in unison.

Because we had the same name.

This young boy went out of his way to draw me pictures and try and find words, which he could not. With green crayon the most random letters were circled and squared in no way resembled any of the words he was supposed to find. Yet, in his mind, in his imagination, he did perfectly on this puzzle. He was so proud that he made me this piece of paper. This little boy went out of his way to make this for me. For me! Just because we had the same name...

I really don't know where I'm going with this post. I wish I had a point to this..

All I really know, is that when this boy gave me his word puzzle, I really felt lifted. I don't know if that's what angels do or anything, or if that is a god or higher power talking to me, but I felt lifted. I don't know how else to put it. I don't really know why I wrote this, but I felt compelled to. I know most of this doesn't make any sense.

I don't know why, but this piece of paper will stay with me for a long time...

I don't know...