Wee little blessings

So, I'm not a naturalist in the classical sense. I've never hugged a tree. BUT, I do love to be outdoors when the weather is between 65 and 85. Maybe 87. One of my dearest pastimes is to sit in the shade of the balcony and read to the backdrop of birdsong and cicadas (they're actually nice to listen to if you don't think about the fact that they're ginormous bugs. Ginormous.) Well, it just so happens that after several weeks of, literally, freezing temperatures, yesterday was in the 60s! So, half of Atlanta went to Piedmont Park to revel in the springlike outdoors. I went with some friends, one of whom has doubled in size since I last saw him.
Don't worry, he's still only 25 lbs. Caleb turned one about a month ago. I went with my friend and her son and made a complete fool of myself, talking like Minnie mouse, sticking out my tongue and generally doing whatever was necessary to get him to smile.
The afternoon reminded me of Psalm 131:1-2
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

I love the outdoors but I don't understand how it all works. I'm engineer, so I have a certain grasp, but still the delicate and profound balance that makes this world work is beyond me. But, if I accept it as a beautiful expression of the Creator God we serve, I am awed, amazed, inspired. I will smile like a child who is adored by her Father, a Father who has done and made so much for the sheer delight of his children.