A couple days ago, as Noah and I returned from the little park at the bottom of our hill-yard, we stopped to smell the flowers. We lingered at the honeysuckle and azaleas. Just before we walked inside, Noah spoke his feelings about the flowers, "Can you imagine a tooth in your heart smelling the odors and saying, "I love this smell!" I replied, "Do you mean a tooth in a mouth in your heart?"
"Yes, and there are two lines coming out, "The flowers smell so good!"
I was struck by his expression of this abstract idea. He's six. That's pretty advanced for a six-year-old. I remember Josh saying some things like this. I know I have them written down in a journal.
