There will always be laundry to fold, but it won’t always belong to tiny boys. There will always be a dish to wash or a cup to dry, but it won’t always belong to learning hands. There will always be groceries to buy for meals that are or are not eaten, but those meals won’t always include conversations with curious minds asking things like, “what was that thing we caught in the stream today?” and giggling over unknown words. There will always be sunny summer days, cold shallow creeks and muddy banks, but there won’t always be a baby to wear or an little hand to hold as we explore. These flicker moments get me through those stuff of life moments.