Yesterday, I watched my two young children and their friend stalk a yellow butterfly across a field of grass. They perfectly sneaked, revealed themselves, and gave chase again to the insect as it was carried haphazardly by the wind.

I watched the triplicate from some distance off, wishing I could bottle this moment to not just replay, but relive. This perfect moment that the children were experiencing without thought or introspection; without the need to assign value to it or compare with memory. They saw a butterfly and they gave pursuit.

And I watched, wishing I could give them more.