a gift.
6.29.2011
my sweet boy with his gloves, off in the neighbor's yard clipping their dandelions with my swiss army knife. what a delightful sight as i stood at the front door watching this sacred being work with his hands. pure innocence. pure love. pure light. i stepped into the yard to snap an image so that i could treasure it. his dear voice asked if i'd like to help. "here, these are for you." and i captured the moment. my dear, dear treasure. my sacred spark. my sweet boy.
these are precious moments indeed *sigh*
ReplyDeletetonight we meet our sweet boy's girlfriend for the first time... seems only months since he was picking me dandelions....
claire, wow! i know that time has passed all too quickly over these last five years. i cannot imagine what the future will hold. i try to breathe in each of these gifts, each of these moments so that i will hold them within always.
ReplyDelete*sigh*ing with you. thank you for the reminder to hold these memories close.