EM

A couple of days ago I took Francesca to the mall - to let her go on the mary go round that she had been talking about since the last time we visited the mall. Pure and true excitement, so easy to achive in the eyes of a 5 year old.
What used to do it for me was McDonalds playland, bourn and raised on the country side, McDonalds was one of those rare occations that happened about twice a year, a celebration of life worth looking forward to.
Not a worrie in the world besides the monster under my bed named Bart.
You could walk around a whole day with grass staines on your knees.
Cry your eyes out and still be charming.
Get rewards for making your bed or clean up your room.
Eat with your fingers even if it was mac and cheese.
Brush your teeth with blue and sparkely toothpaste.
Be super excited to start school in the fall!!
wear your shoes on the wrong foot.
Wake up at 7.30 wide awake!
play outside for hours without ever getting cold.
Be so excited before christmas and birthdays that you couldn't sleep the night before.
Get tucked in at night.
Cry for attention and actually get it.
Stay home and get taken care of when you were sick.

Life of a 5 year old is pretty sweet.
But at the same time - if we today had the energy of a 5 year old or the mindset..
Get THAT excited about everything or THAT upset when things doesn't go our way..
You get the picture.