It Sounded Wise

I was in the middle of writing a much lengthier post tonight, but then Shav interrupted me with persistent cries that needed some attention.  I ended up sitting here in my rocking chair, with him in my arms, and a soft blue blanket around us both.  He fell asleep on my shoulder, and I savored the feel of his head resting on me and his dear body getting heavy in my arms.  These moments fly so quickly...

So, Long Post didn't get done, but Short Post will stand in for him.

Today, I said to Josiah, "For a boy of eight, you're pretty wise."

His response:  "That's because I look beyond the targets of my gun."

Doesn't that sound so wise?  I'm not sure exactly what it means, although I'm fairly certain he was using "gun" metaphorically because, although I can't remember the specific context of our conversation, I know we weren't discussing weaponry.  But doesn't it seem so profound?

I'm sure if I had more time, I could dig deeper and find the blog post just waiting to be written about his statement.  "Looking Beyond the Targets of My Gun."  It has a meaningful ring to it, don't you think?

Next time I'm burning the midnight oil with Shav in my arms, maybe I'll figure out the significance of it all.  Until then, I'll just admire the weight of wisdom those words carry.

Even if I don't understand it.  ;-)

~ pictures from way back in September...posted here tonight just for fun