giant dreams

While I can describe, in exquisite detail, the constellation of speckles across his face, or chronicle the way the colors of the sunrise get caught in his hair, he can talk about prehistoric creatures.

And while he explains what kind of fossils he's looking for or tells about the tools he'll need to make specific dinosaur discoveries, he flashes the biggest smile, and I get stuck thinking about that instead.  It's ear to ear, really, the kind of smile that belongs in the Smithsonian.