Sharing a place I love with people I love deepens my feelings for both. Stone patterns, fields, houses, and people are seen differently by others. They call my attention to places and moments I have seen a hundred times and can now see newly again. Diane's visit has been a gift!
And today - three year old Katarina visited us. At one point, she looked at me very deeply and finally asked, what happened to my face? I was a little confused and asked her what she meant. She took her fingers and touched my cheeks - where the little red veins show through my very pale skin. I asked her, "what did she think happened?" She responded that a bird must have that flown down and pinched them hard. I could think of no reason not to agree.
Later, she sat in my lap and demanded that I read her book "faster and louder." It didn't matter to her that I was clearly out of my element. The book was The Little Pigs and it was written in Italian; maybe I should have used Pig Latin!? In the end, she made clear was that as long as I was holding her and we were involved with the book, she was happy. Simple pleasures transcend language.