"Hi," he said as his mom helped him from the car.
His smile was glorious!
"I hope you're having a good day. Which one is your car?" he continued.
I was entranced, and followed them into the cafe.
After a brief chat with mom, I went to the table where Jordan waited.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Five," he replied. "Mom, am I five?"
"Are you in first grade?"
"Mom, am I in first grade?"
"I'm in kindergarten!," he beamed.
His hands went carefully around the bowl.
Turning it round, feeling it's heft.
I pulled out my camera.
"You will need to take that off," he said pointing to the lens cap.
"ah, yes," I said, "something I often forget to do."
"Did you get my shirt in the picture too?" he asked.
and I showed him the photos . . .
"You did," he said, and his eyes sparkled.
How easy it is to fall in love.
In just a moment the heart is captured,
suddenly head over heels,
on a cloudy day in a parking lot
just like every other parking lot,
just when you least expect it.