In the midst, as can often be the case, something sparkled. Michelle came by with her little daughter, Hannah, looking for Don (who'd left fifteen minutes or so prior). When I asked them what they had been doing, Hannah told me shyly, in a voice filled with wonder and joy, how she had found a caterpillar while walking on the Seattle University campus, how it had crawled on her arm and tickled, and how she set it free on a leaf. I couldn't help but smile. I'm smiling now.
Let me tell you a secret, Hannah: I found a few caterpillars there, too.