We all skipped across the plaza, holding hands, windblown, the girls each wearing one of my sweatshirts, laughing all the way. A simple errand had turned into something magical.
A moment of clarity: these are the magic times, times that seem like they're just about the best that life can offer, times when you just want to freeze eveything, capture the moment and remember it forever.
For a second, I thought of fishing through my purse to take a picture with my phone, but decided against it, choosing to just enjoy being there. Can a picture really capture it anyway?