My little grandson is teaching me every day to slow down. He just turned 1 but isn't ready to give up crawling to walk. He's too fast on all fours.
He loves to climb steps. I stand close behind, clutching his onesie as he goes up. The other day he made it all the way to the top of the stairs then froze when he saw a sunbeam in his path. He couldn't figure out what it was. What a delight to see him reach and grab the light only to come up empty again and again. He was mesmerized. So was I, at his profound presence.