Dear son,

I sit here watching you play in the rocks and I think to myself, "this is how it's supposed to be." Unhurried, unworried... just peaceful and quiet.
The evening is pleasantly warm after a hot day. The sun is slipping closer to the horizon, painting the sky with such beautiful colors.
Yet I can't stop watching you.
You are my only concern at the moment.
You are facing me and seem to be unaware of me. I know you are aware of me because if I wasn't right here, you would be upset. You are sitting on the ground, piling rocks in the space between your legs and piling dirt and rocks on top of your legs.
You are absorbed in your work. I do not know what you are thinking but I know that you are learning a little bit about how the world works. To some people it looks like mindless play. Those people have too much on their minds and too little patience.
You are experiencing. Maybe you are realizing the reality of gravity. Maybe you are noticing that rocks make a bigger landing impact than grains of dirt. Maybe you are processing the sensations in your hands and legs.
The world is big - you have much to learn - and even in this seemingly mindless task I can see your mind working.

The peace and joy I feel in this moment are almost overwhelming.
I love you more than I ever thought possible.
I wish I could bottle up this peace and happiness for you because there will be plenty of times you'll need it.
But right now...
Right now is perfect.