Tonight, while the sun was setting and casting shadows across the yard, Sam and I played in the sandbox. Actually, Sam played in the sandbox and I sat nearby in a lawnchair uttering supportive mommy comments like, "Good job," or, "Oh really?"
Sam was looking around the yard when something caught his eye and he gasped, "Mommy, look! It's a beautiful dragonfly."
I rolled my eyes and sighed, "Sam, it's not a dragonfly, it's too dark and cold for dragonflies."
And then it zipped right past my face.
Sure enough, a beautiful dragonfly.
I said, "Sam, you're right, it IS a dragonfly."
He smiled a smile that said he knew some special secret. "Yep, and it's purple."
My favorite color is purple.
We watched him zip around the yard four or five times, making a big circle around the two of us.
And then he was gone and Sam and I smiled at each other.