Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I was just visiting my 16 month old grandson, and his speech is an explosion of new words, all expressed with utter joy:  bunny, car, train, book, soft, kittie, momma, daddy, cracker, etc.  His exuberance is contagious, and it gets so excited he exhausts himself, running bowlegged on his newly walking legs, carrying a book and ten a car and then a ball.  He found lots of his stuff under the sofa and I got a broom and we pushed it all out:  a truck book, a yellow ball, his hair brush, his train car.  Yellow is his favorite color and sunny is his disposition.  I could listen to him all day.  I follow after him like a puppy, attempting to keep him from electrocuting himself or hitting his head on the furniture or climb the footstool in the kitchen.  Life is just that miraculous, but we forget.  Our grandchildren make us remember just how extraordinary the ordinary world is.