magic

I went to a restaurant over the weekend that had a magician go around from table to table and do tricks.  I wanted to go to that restaurant because of the magic. It was awesome!  I didn’t used to think that way about magic tricks.  I thought they were stupid.  Big deal.. so you know a trick I don’t know!!  So you can deceive me by diversion!   There is always someone in the group who thinks they know how the “magic” happened but when questioned about it.. well, they don’t get it exactly.  They say a magician never reveals his methods but clearly  they all have, otherwise we would never get to see the person cut in half or the rabbit coming out of a hat.  I don’t think magic tricks are stupid anymore.  I enjoy the whole thing.  I don’t need to know how the trick was done.  As a matter of fact, I don’t even want to know.  Just make me believe, because maybe, just maybe, magic happens.

It did this morning.  I looked out into the most beautiful frosty white wonderland, the branches of the trees heavy with glittering snow.  Ok.. I know  how snow happens.  Well, I couldn’t really explain it to you but they taught me back in 4^th grade and I just kind of said “oh, I get it” (which is what you say when you are supposed to be understanding some scientific explanation). But that wasn’t where the magic part came in today. The magic part came from Max.  He’s 4years old.  He spent the night. And the first thing he said to me this morning was “Can we go outside and play in the snow”?  Now it has been a loooooong time since playing in the snow sounded like a good idea to me.  I told him after breakfast I would go outside with him.  As each bite of my raisin toast passed through my lips, the countdown to “after” breakfast began.  I told him I was old and old people like to drink their coffee and read the paper. He waited patiently (as patiently as 4 year olds wait). So I put on my long johns, 2 pairs of socks, my heavy duty boots and mittens and went into the snow with Max.  We started building a snowman,   ok, I started building a snowman while Max just did stuff in the snow.  I asked him to help but he was busy. I kept at it.  Max asked me if he could eat snow. I said yes and remembered my Mom making snow ice cream with vanilla and egg and maple syrup.  Max asked me if he could just “jump into the snow with his face”.  I said yes, and remembered when I thought it might be fun too. I was transported back to a time of simple pleasures, not acknowledging the cold, not questioning how or why there was this beautiful awesome cold white stuff on the ground,  just knowing that it magically appeared and being really happy about it. 

 Magic happened today… nothing up my sleeve..