I want to be a ”noticer”.

I want to notice the way my son crosses his tiny little feet while he’s concentrated on his toy.

I want to notice how my daughter presses her tongue between her lips when she focuses. Just like her daddy.

I want to notice how enchanting the leaves look when they blow in the breeze, dancing to an unheard tune.

I want to notice how refreshing and cool that first sip of sweet iced tea is. A small reprieve from the blistering heat.

I want to notice how my kids gleefully run through the sprinkler, grass covering their toes, pink faces protected by sunscreen.

I want to notice the pattern of a melting popsicle as it drips down tiny arms.

I want to notice the crunch of a backyard garden tomato layered generously between hunks of bread, mayo, bacon and lettuce.

I want to notice the feeling of jumping feet-first into the pool. The cold water stealing your breath and cooling your body.

I want to notice the glow of fireflies flickering in a child’s eyes.

I want to notice it all.

To be a noticer-of-things is slowing down, engaging all of your senses (sight, smell, touch, taste, sound, our body’s movement and position in the world) to experience the fullness of the world around us. To be a noticer is to find joy and amazement in all the small things, to remember the innocent wonder and magic of childhood.

Yes, I want to notice it all.