Little people are wonderful. Among the many things that make them wonderful is the ability to remind us of the joy in the little things. Spending time with nine-month-old Elliott this week took me back. I got to see the joy of the little man walking down the street and looking at the birds and the planes and the cars. He patted a dog for the first time and the joy of seeing the Christmas lights on a neighbour's fence was something to behold. And there as well as being delighted babies delight. How sweet it is to see Grandma Margaret reading a story book with her first grandson sitting on her knee. Special times.