The Little Things: like pigs

The summer weather had finally dropped in temperature, allowing me to stroll my 10 month old grandson around the block without overheating. And so I did. It’s the first walk we ever had taken, and he seemed very interested in the whole process. As we passed a near-by house with a chain-link fence, a black pot bellied pig trotted eagerly up to the fence. This did not go unnoticed by my grandson. He immediately screamed with delight and then giggled at every move the pig made, especially when he pushed his messy, slimy nose up to the fence. But it was when the pig turned around a wildly wagged it’s small tail that my grandson totally ‘lost it’ with delight! Oh, to be that excited about a pig wagging it’s tail!

I don’t recall ever being that excited for anything, ever. But, here he was in total unrestrained delight. His bright eyes scrutinized every movement, every snort, every blink, and found it all totally delightful.

Time stopped, and for a fleeting time, we both lived entirely in the moment. The cares of the world were flung from my mind. All was well with the world. There were no problems, no fears, no Covid, no politics, no deadlines, no chores, no bills, no pressures….just joy. I will reflect on that walk again and again, and be refreshed every time I do. I will see the world in a renewed awe, and, hopefully will look through the eyes of a child as I view the world around me.

My Mom used to call that ‘smelling the roses’!

Bob wrote a poem entitled “Spiritual Treasures” that applies to this experience:

Spiritual treasures are all around us, if we have eyes to see.
The dawn's first light is filled with grace as light touches each tree,
On through each day, as trials come, prayer guides us who listen clear,
Until eve's colors kiss the clouds, as we feel God's love grow near.

Jeanne

Born in southern Idaho. Attended Brigham Young University. Worked as a transfusion service medical technologist at LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah for 45 years. Married Robert & have 3 children, 7 grandchildren.

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