Tonight at the gym, after exchanging smiles from a distance, an 18-month-old waddled up to me and hugged me from the knees down.
He clung to my knee and lower leg for a good minute while his mom tried to peel him off me.
The whole time I just stood there, quietly delighted that a small human being was holding onto me, clearly from a place of sensed connection, possibly from a place of no-need-to-over-analyze-it love.
It destroyed me a little bit. It destroyed me because it reminded me of the whimsy and joy and good and random beauty all around me that lately I have been failing to observe.
I loved everything it represented.
I loved it all.