spun in circles
pinched...hard enough to draw blood
...and smiled at.
one day last week in the span of two hours, I had the most awesome opportunity to love a boy whose feet are stained black, who digs through the trash in search of snacks discarded by others, who dances to music that only plays inside his head, who wanders the streets alone. I love that boy, and I am sure he doesn't know how much...but it is certainly more than two hours worth...