When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


Dear Will,

When you see your new age written on paper cards tomorrow, you will probably think of something fascinating, like how the number 8 is just like the symbol for infinity if you look at it sideways.  You've always been able to see the world in ways most people don't -- it seems sometimes as though you were born with the wisdom of a soul that has already lived an infinite number of years.  When you were very little, I used to sit and look at you and wonder what it was that made you tick.  I didn't realize then that the reason I couldn't figure you out was because I needed to look sideways, too.  There's a breathtaking view inside the window to your bright and beautiful self; I've seen it now, and it has moved and changed me.  Thank you for showing me how life looks from a lovely new perspective. 

Happy 8th birthday, Will.  I'm so proud of the creative, enthusiastic, funny, thoughtful boy you've grown into, and so excited to see where you'll go next in your world of endless possibilities.  I'll always love you to infinity.

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