f all the dear sights in the world, nothing is so beautiful as a child when it is giving something. Any small thing it gives. A child gives the world to you. It opens the world to you as if it were a book you’d never been able to read. But when a gift must be found, it is always some absurd little thing, passed on crooked… an angel looking like a clown. A child has so little that it can give, because it never knows it has given you everything.
– Margaret Lee Runbeck