If I look at my days, there’s magic in each one. It might be a lingering conversation in a bistro. Perhaps a walk through old streets in the sunshine. Or merely a moment in time … a stranger saying hello with their eyes.

Yesterday one of the magics spanned ten minutes. I sat in Izy Coffee watching a young girl and her younger sister. Beside my chair was a ramp for wheelchair users. The little kid would squeeze by me and then run down the ramp to the older one. What was timeless was the smile awaiting at the bottom … such joy in receiving the beloved in her arms.

I was enthralled as the scene played out again and again. Always the same adoring in those eyes. It’s what life should be about.

The older girl knew I was watching and would occasionally share her smile with me too. I wish I had been brave enough to take a photo of the moment of contact. The parents were right there and I gave in to some version of “appropriateness”.

I don’t know mom and dad. The only two moments that remain are he saying something to the kids in a raised voice, in a language I didn’t understand. And she straightening the older girl’s sweater.

Nothing can remove the joy I felt as I saw the connection between two children

Such young teachers