I wrote that poem many years ago, describing first a day by the sea with Johnny and Adam, and another on a chairlift months later. The latter was right after they were both diagnosed with their heart conditions. I took the boys skiing almost every weekend that winter to a mountain in NJ, mostly for Johnny, who I knew would miss all his sports. (Adam was more of a “Ferdinand the Bull,” content to watch, appreciate, and not missing anything.) I can still recall my joy, how my heart filled as I sat bundled up between them, as the message I had shared that day on the beach (assumed to have landed on nothing with BOYS nonetheless!!!) was echoed back to me by Johnny, who was seeing something more than just the snow.
Even cooler? JohnPaul’s comment stopped the noise in my own head, directing my awareness to the gift in front of me in that moment (even committing it to this cherished memory), and to give glory to God’s magnificent presence in the sparkle – and, YES, my precious boys!