Finding Goldbug Like a Five Year old.

It is perhaps the greatest book of our time. Richard Scarry's Cars and Trucks and Things that Go. And to place the hardcover book on your lap as a child and try to find the little smiling sneaky yellow guy on each page is a delight. The book is so large that it takes up your whole lap and you have to dive in. The goldbug is the one constant in a sea of pages which changes themes and colors. He is usually peering through a window, his antennas shooting out of his noggin and giving his hiding place away. But sometimes he is in his own little car or dangling from some obscure spot.

And it seems my five year old is a 'find gold bug' savant. Much better at finding gold bug than myself.

And isn't that what life is? Trying to find the gold bug in each of the scenes that transpose before our eyes? Isn't there some gold hidden in every environment, we just need to know how to look?

How would I have known that finding gold bug in that large hard cover copy was training me how to find joy.

But is it my eyes or my brain or my spirit that makes finding gold bug ever more elusive as I get older?  Hmmm.

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