When you hear a child sweetly, wistfully, whisper to her mother, "Thank you, Mommy. Oh, thank you. I love you so much, Mommy, because you take me to places like these." You might think that mother had just taken her child to Disney World, or a birthday party, or a least a large park that looked like a castle. But if you had been in our van today as Hannah whispered these sweet words to me with all the emotion of a sappy love story, and had thought those things, you would have been wrong. We were returning from a children's hospital where Hannah had apparently undergone the biopsy of her dreams.
Hannah has an amazing, unbroken optimism about her. She revels in new places, new experiences, and new people. All of which she hasn't gotten enough of lately, I guess. She soaked in the beautiful scenery on our three hour drive down yesterday. "Oh!" she exclaimed as we topped a hill, "Look, Mommy, look at the pretty colors on the trees! Oh, it's fall, it's fall!" as if she wasn't every bit as excited about winter, spring, and summer. "Oh, look at that old, falling apart barn, Mommy! Why is it all broken like that?" I began to answer, but soon realized she much preferred to speak than to listen to my answer. "Look, two cement mixers beside us, Mommy! Oh, look, Mommy, a big hill, a really big hill! Why is that hill so big, Mommy? Hey, the sun is setting! Oh, look at the pretty pink clouds!"