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We all pause sometimes for a sign on the library bulletin board advertising a Go Fund Me for a family burned out of their home, a mother caught by cancer or that dude that crashed his motorcycle.
As Gord and I wandered, we came across a yellow sign stapled to a phone pole.
LOST: Childlike sense of wonder.
“Slipped out the door one summer day many summers ago. Haven’t seen since.
“May be found:
Vertical tear-offs with the email address adorned the bottom of the poster.
As for childlike wonder, I cling to it. Beth and Gord do, too. It is the secret of youth, life and everything in between. I gaze at the stars every chance I get. I spy fish and ducks and gulls in my river every chance I get. I wonder among the wildflowers along the bikepath.
We give thanks daily. Hopefully you do too.