I couldn't stop staring.
"I'm sorry," I said to the little baby girl's mother behind me in line at Parco, "she's just so amazing. Do you just stare at her all the time?"
The mother smiled and nodded. "She is incredible, everything is new to her."
Her big brown eyes stared out at me from below her knit cap, stared out then at her fingers and their movements, at the glass case in front of her housing all those yummy things she had yet to try.
I shook my head. "What's the line, when we stop finding everything a wonder?"
"Hopefully there isn't one, hopefully never..." the wondrous baby's mother said.
"I agree. It is sometimes a bit harder, though, we have to remember to do it amidst everything else."
Gold stars to maintaining a child-like wonder, to seeing everything old as new again even if it's not. Try.