At what age do we forget to be fascinated by small things? Take for example this snail.

Our little girls came in the house one morning so excited to show us what we had in our backyard.

They proceeded to watch it (and so did we) for quite a looooong time. Long enough for it to move across our whole patio. (Okay, Jason and I bailed before it made 1/4 of it’s journey.)
I really hope I never ever forget the excitement and enthusiasm of my littles.
What would we do without them?