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When Jesus learned to toddle, he followed His mother around the house and sang with her at her work. He played with chips of wood and little boats that Joseph carved for Him. He had a companionable smile, sharing every moment in unspoken felicity, and yet from infancy He took time out to be alone, for what seemed reveries and daydreams.
Time to pause, bread in hand by the open door and look knowingly into the sky and the soaring, creamy clouds. To lie in the field on a dewy morning, and press the cool, moist grass against His cheek. To listen at the night window as if the very wind spoke in whispers that only He could understand; to smell Mother's hand, kneading the dough, and to taste, in long, slow mouthfuls, the cool innocence of a cup of milk.