Nothing profound

Kids. They keep crossing my path. It's not that I used to hate them, I just would get very annoyed with them. Now, I thoroughly enjoy them.

I have a cousin. Sarah. She's 4. Sometimes while I'm hanging out with her I feel like I'm hanging out with my (cooler) self, as a child. We get each other. And the thing I admire most about her is that when her siblings are falling to pieces around her and everything is in chaos she is sitting back with an almost "knowing" looking on her face and smiling. Sometimes laughing. She can be totally exhausted, over stimulated, and in desperate need of quiet bedtime, but she can hold it together better than most adults, making jokes and having fun until it's time to be alone. Amazing.
I dream abut this girl playing with my child. Literally, i've had dreams.
She makes me think about life and love and happiness and energy and fun. She makes me want to be a better person.

She makes me want to be a mom.