Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It was quite warm today and my baby grandson and I hung out in the side yard glider/swing, just chillin'.  We also took two strolls, to get outside.  He was fussy in the morning, but mellow in the afternoon, and took a long nap.  I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up panicked for a minute, until I realized the baby monitor was one inch from my head.  And he has great, you might say operatic, lungs.  I'm enjoying being with him, as he is a major enthusiast about everything he sees, though he wants to taste it all as well.  He's partial to trees swaying in the breeze, and shadows, and anything that moves.  I appreciate the education in just being, no agenda or plan, just hangin' and being, well, really, being present the way the practice urges.  So he's my baby buddha, and he even looks the part.