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On an unseasonably warm day last fall, I was driving around with my two-year-old happily in tow. I rolled down my windows to feel the cool air on my face and didn’t realize I’d rolled all the windows down. The shrill cry from the back seat brought to light my mistake but, before I rolled them back up, I glanced at the rear-view mirror expecting an unhappy little face. To my surprise, I realized the shrill cry was from pure delight! My son loved the wind in his hair and on his rosy cheeks. His mouth-open enjoyment of that moment of pure pleasure was both hilarious and intoxicating. We both laughed out loud and enjoyed that simple little pleasure together.

Little boy in the grass