I still remember that feeling. Of finding a snail on the wall, or behind a leaf, holding it in my hands, watching it come out, slowly at first until BAM... away it went down the sidewalk.
Those were some of my favorite afternoons as a child, like treasure hunting for life and then following, protecting, making sure the creatures were safe, surrounded by leaves at the finish line...
Multiply that joy by four zillion trillion and that's how I feel watching my children in the same kinds of moments, twenty-three and twenty-seven years later.
Snails haven't changed and I like to think that in certain ways, neither will they.
*Fable's dress: I picked the fabric, my mom sewed. Pattern linked here.