Fire Engine Moment

We live off a main road at the top of a hill. At the base of the hill is a fire station. Each time we drive by Son1 checks to see if the fire station garage is open. Either we see the fire engines and ambulance in the station garage, or he says, "The fire engine go night night." Yesterday, though, the fire engine pulled out on to the lane next to us. Imagine being three years old and having Tonka fire engines that are about 18 inches long in your closet, and then seeing one about two car lengths long and taller than you can make out through the car window. His eyes widened. Ohhhhhh. And he pointed in disbelief. The fire fighter sitting on the rear of the engine totally caught Son1's amazement and waved. So Son1 waved back like WOW. The cars in front of me pulled up and we pulled up. Son1 kept waving half enthusiastically and half in disbelief. The other fire fighters chuckled and all waved at him, too.

I was amused and pleased all at the same time for him. What joy to watch him see something so satisfying. The thought crossed my mind how much God delights in watching me have a "fire engine moment", even more than I enjoyed watching Son1. A good island moon rise or a beached turtle does it for me. To think the Creator enjoys watching me so intimately brought a smile to my face.