SK8er Boy

I pulled out of the parking lot at Christopher's creche today as a young boy on a skate- board flew past, wobbled- arms out- corrected. Our eyes met- mine full of fear that he was about to face-plant into the pavement- and he flashes me the most brilliant smile and was gone. You know a smile that burrows into your heart and plants a stupid grin on your face? A smile that you are still thinking about when you get home? Sweet, sk8ter boy- you made my day.