Wonder

I watched Amiri today while he watched me use our new electric coffee grinder.  He was fascinated.  A spoonful of beans goes in... cover on... press the red button... whirring noise... spinning...and then mama's coffee comes out!  It's amazing!  This is a truly incredible thing I have witnessed!

A coffee grinder, from our perspective, is of course an entirely mundane little luxury without much importance in the grand scheme of things.  But a two-year-old doesn't have the years of experience that we do and can't grasp the role of a coffee grinder in the context of the larger world.  Therefore to him it's nothing short of a marvel.

I kind of feel like New Zealand is my coffee grinder.  Objectively, I can recognize that there's nothing inherently that special about it.  It's just a small country, among many others in the world, where people live and work and clean their houses and some days are good and some days are bad.  Life here is exactly like life everywhere else in the world.  But that realization doesn't matter to me.  Regardless, something knocks me out every day.  Whether it's the little birds who visit our balcony or the way the clouds whip across the sky, I feel like I'm seeing our new home through fresh, innocent eyes.  And it feels good.