Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
Flying a kite is not always a simple thing, yet we tend to think of it that way. It has been years since we have flown a kite. Here in these mountains, there is a curious sort of swirly wind caused by the mountain range--so the theory goes--and getting a kite in the air is not always that easy. But, I can remember the anticipation on two little girl's faces as their dad patiently tried over and over again to get the thing airborne. There was great applause when it was finally aloft, it's rag tail proudly flapping in the gusty waves of wind. But it is the delight and wonder on their faces that I remember the most.
It seemed such a little thing at the time, spending time up on the hill flying those kites, but now I look back on those days and see how special those moments really were. Maybe someday we will be up on that hill with our grandchildren, repeating the same ritual, watching the excitement and delight on their faces as that colorful kite finally makes it's way up into the sky.
I suppose these gusty March winds have me thinking about kite flying and digging back to those old memories. Maybe we shouldn't wait for grandchildren to have an excuse to fly another kite--maybe we should make some more memories right now!
Have a great day--and go fly a kite if the weather is right for it!