"So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing."
Today was the second time I read this chapter with the girls.
Is it normal that my tears are flowing?
It's a little hard to explain, but I'm thinking about us being still little children in many ways, even when we are adults... especially during those moments when we are lying in bed in the darkness, or praying, or dealing with something tragic, or doing what we have always loved, ever since we were little.
I'm thinking about this Promise, never to forget the child in us... or the child in our children, when they grow older and become adults. Because this childlike-ness is probably one of the best things there are within us. The thing that keeps our eyes open to wonder and beauty; the thing that allows us to live, love, laugh, enjoy unreservedly, and seize the moment for all the goodness in it.