You can, however, see the smiling face of that little boy. That little boy who, on his own accord, held his baby sister's hand and helped her cross the parking lot. He sat her down and slipped off her shoes. Then he carefully lifted her onto the trampoline where he wrestled, and tickled, and played with her.
That boy. He is such a keeper.
Moments like these are my most favorite kind. You can keep Disneyland and the grand gestures. Those are good, but true love, and real goodness is found in the everyday-little-fleeting-forgettable moments. As my friend Erin always says, this is the stuff of life.