Like a Child

In the mail today, I received an invitation to a huge Easter Egg Hunt in the local park.

It reminded me of how much I love the thought of being a little kid. Thinking more about it, I realized that I am pretty scared of becoming an adult. You know, one of those people who have experienced things so many times that life has become the same thing year after year after year.

Maybe--okay, definitely--this is one of my worst nightmares. And to always be childlike is one of my greatest wishes.

I want 

rain puddles to invite a splash or two,

my feet to skip when I can't contain my joy,

to forgive as easily as I breathe,

surprises to evoke high-pitched squeals,

balloons to provide entertainment for hours,
to write bad poems and get away with it,
thunderstorms to make me a little nervous,

to dream as if nothing could hold me back,

holding hands to give me butterflies,

the nighttime sky to leave me in awe of my Creator,

best friends, secrets and bubble baths,

to love as if I cannot get hurt

always.