The boy sat there in his high-chair eating breakfast. Between spoonfuls of cereal, he looked up and declared:
“It sure is a good day for having a great day.”
I laughed at his words, but at the same time realized how simplistically profound they were. His sentiment unknowingly implies a choice we are all called to make each morning. The day greets us, and we have the opportunity to see it as a great one… or a not-so-great one.
In a little boy’s world, why would there be any choice but to have a great day? If only we all had the mind of a three-year-old.
He went back to his cereal, while I replayed his words in my head.
“It sure is a good day for having a great day.”
Sure is, son. Sure is.