How time passes

Hey, cute little kids! This is your year! Remember all the fallings out and slamming doors and growing ups? Remember all the whispers behind your fingers held against daddy's ear, feeling his prickly beard rub against your hand? Remember holding his hand tight when the big dog came by? Remember mama shouting Pasta! Or laughing so loud she thought her sides would split?

Remember the night we found astronomers in the field, history in the mud, geology in the shopping centre? Remember how we watched dolphins in the bay, the play in the park, the butterflies in the flowers?

Remember the first time you entered the carving workshop filled with smells of timber and woodsmoke; the long walk to catch a glimpse of baying deer lumbering through the woods; how you combed each sand grain on the beach in search of ancient turtle shell?

I remember our first night camped in a field; the fire, sparkle and crackle of Hallowe'en; your excitement of snow, falling silently over the day and the night.

I want your new year, your every year, to be filled with discovery, sudden joy, strange happenings, new knowledges, and all delight.