Today, we found a little path.
And though there was laundry in the hamper at home, waiting to be folded, and flashcards in a mess all over the living room floor, and a pot in the sink with burned-on oatmeal that was my reason for procrastinating doing any of the breakfast dishes, we took the little path.
We took the little path and we found a bridge with trolls underneath, and a pond with snails. We found a barn, red, with rafters fit for swinging, and a fountain of cold water for adventure-thirsty throats.
Even though at home there was dinner to be made and piano scales to practice and an exercise routine that has been hopelessly neglected, we took the little path.
We took the little path and we found a jungle of monkey bars. We found swings that fly up to heaven and swoop to earth again, like swallows. We found giggles and running feet and outside voices.
Even though at home, there was a writing lesson to complete and a table set with textbooks where the dinner plates should be. At home there was a dishwasher to unload and that confounded pot waiting to be scrubbed.
But today, we found a little path. And we took it.