And I live.
I watch my boys run through the sprinkler, drops of water beading on their dark hair, in the same tones of my own, before each one spills onto their faces.
They are everything bright and alive and beautiful.
And they remind me to live in the now.
Not in the five minutes from now.
Not in the ringing of a telephone.
Not in the to-come test results from yesterday's MRI.
Not in gathered up expectations, diagnosis before they are delivered.
But in the truth spread out before me:
these are my good gifts from the very Good Giver
as I live right now.