One fall night when my son was little, I went outside for some reason after he had been put to bed. We lived in the country in Louisiana then and had a big wooden deck on the back of the house.
Because we were away from town there were not a lot of lights to reflect against the night sky and it was one of those dark, crisp chilly nights when the sky is full of stars. I went in my son’s room and and woke him and told him I had something to show him. He was wearing yellow pajamas and I wrapped him in his blue quilt and took him out on the deck and laid down with him and told him to look up.
We both just laid there looking up at the millions of stars in that clear sky. He is grown now and probably doesn’t even remember that night but it is etched in my mind as though it happened yesterday.
When he started getting sleepy I carried him back to bed and kissed him goodnight as I tucked him in. If I had a wish, it would be to go back and take more moments like that with my children and then freeze them forever in a snow globe so I could go back and visit whenever I want. I could shake it and watch the glitter fall and be back holding him wrapped in a quilt, smelling his curly baby hair.
Treasures aren’t things, nor are they huge events. They are perfect little moments when time stops and we can count our own heartbeats. This is one of my treasures.