a moment

At the end of an exhausting day of playing, D and I went outside for one last hurrah down the sidewalk. He loves the neighbor's yards (their grass is much more plush than our dry, yellow weeds) and he veered off into their soft, high grass. I occasionally can get him to lie back and look at the sky with me, his head right next to mine. And today as we looked up a huge bright orange butterfly danced and danced above our heads. D followed every movement that it made. It was beautiful.

Moments like that are not accidental.