There was a time when treasures came in the form of trophies, grades, promotions and increased responsibility, yet the years have a way of sifting the through a multitude of souvenirs to reveal the few gems of great value. Of revealing that which was, and is, and always will be made of an eternal substance.
Today, I received one of those rare, imperishable gifts. My youngest returned from her first week of camp and proudly presented me with this:
Which, of course, reminded me of this:
Sometimes a glimpse of heaven looks like red and yellow braided plastic.