The big lights go out and the place is illuminated with funky, color changing lasers and blacklight. I had thought it was "glow" time a few days prior when it seemed like the sun was giving me a face lick.
The best glow of all was Sunday. There was another little boy in church about the same size as Zachary. He was the friendliest little boy ever and offered Zachary one of his toy cars to play with. Soon he was demonstrating how the lights worked on his other car (which was his favorite) and shared that one as well. They played together contentedly and sweetly (being quieted just a few times, as you might expect any two toddler boys playing in church would need to be). Zachary announced, "It's communion time! I'll be right back!" but then instead of separating, they walked, hand in hand, all the way up and back to our seats, where they continued playing. After the choir sang the final song (the poignantly appropriate "Companions On the Journey") they put on their coats and followed each other around until they hugged goodbye. A woman from the other aisle came to me and asked if they knew each other. (No, they had not before then.) "How sweet!" was her response. They were. They were absolutely adorable together.
Glow time... a time when we shine, when our best self shows up and joins another in companionship. It truly warms the heart. I came home and reached out to several people I hadn't spoken to in a while - by phone. In this world of social media and high tech stuff, sometimes we miss the real connection. When it shows up, it's magical.
Here's wishing us all a magical week - with plenty of glow time.
Love,
T
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