In the teeming checkout area of the DeKalb Farmers Market on a Sunday Morning, a curly-headed toddler galloped through the crowd, calling out: “I’m here! I’m here!”

A man I took to be her father, amused and slightly harried, followed a few steps behind.

“I’m here!”

I supposed she was on her way to – and trying to get the attention of – another adult at the other end of the room.

“I’m here! I’m here!”

But I thought, yes, child, you are here!

Here you are! Welcome!

And I thought, it may be that I’m just like you.

I’m here! I’m here!