I walked my dog today on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. (my hometown, which I miss terribly). These two young gents photographed above, adorable as all get out, were cooing at my dog, and asked if they could play with her. I obliged, of course. They ran her around a bit, and threw her mini-tennis ball for her to chase. They were having a great time. Right after I snapped this shot, there was a WWE-styled take down and these lads were wrestling and giggling in the grass.
Watching these two friends reminded me of what really matters in life. What matters about people is what is inside their hearts and our making the effort to discover what lies within. What matters is making time for friends, friends into whose eyes you can look deeply and know they have your back. What matters is feeling free enough to wrestle in the grass with your best friend. What matters is smiling at a stranger. These are things that matter.
