What do you see when you look at this photo?
I see the last of Grandmother's green beans being oh so carefully snapped by one very eager little helper.
I see the remnants of our day-glo painting experience STILL stuck to the countertop. Do you see the orange there, just by his knee?
I see the last boy to wear these little shorts, and I smile, thinking of all the adventures that they've seen.
I see a dirty little belly, and I know that this young man has thrown himself into this day, lived it fully and without reservation.
I see a simple everyday kind of moment, and I find it heartbreakingly, breathtakingly beautiful.
I have the feeling sometimes that I'm going to come to the end of my life, look into the face of my creator, and squeal like a child just off the ferris wheel… "Again! Again!"