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.