Some time ago, maybe a year and a half, I was in the kitchen with my youngest daughter. I believe she was about two years old at the time. I was at the sink, and had just opened the blinds to let in some sunlight.
It was at this time that she saw some dust motes floating in the sunbeam. Her eyes lit up, she smiled, and said excitedly, “Daddy! Sparkles!” I smiled at her excitement and replied, “Yes, sparkles!”
“I catch,” she exclaimed, and proceeded to jump up and down in the sunbeam, trying to trap a “sparkle” in her hands. She laughed as she did this, perfectly happy in her own little world. I laughed with her, basking in the joy her pure innocence. The memory of this moment warms this father’s heart every time.
May we all find some sparkles to catch every so often.