Beauty

I didn't know. I should have known. I didn't know you could fall in love with a child so easily -so quickly without even speaking a word.
We had just arrived in the Dominican Republic and were driving down the paved, two-lane road. I sat in the passenger seat of the fifteen passenger bus. A mini-van with a little brown face smiling out the window pulled up beside us at a red light. She looks straight at me and I grin at her. At my smile, she lights up, waving back to me and showing off her white teeth with a big smile.
She's beautiful.
We play peek-a-boo for a little, with her coming in view and disappearing behind the window. She giggles the entire time and I can't help but feel joy at her delight.
The light turns green and we pull away and she's gone.
I don't know her name, or how old she is, or where she was going, or if she knew Jesus. But she was beautiful.