Sand Moments

My boy's giggling floats among the afternoon shadows in our backyard sandpit. The sand lives there too. Unless it's flying by the handful onto the surrounding brick work.

Rust flecked tip trucks drive haphazardly under the direction of little hands. Happiness echoes in the beeps, brumms, buzzes and bangs. Water bubbles over buckets carried to and fro, pouring over plastic farm animals that swim in the puddles that form.

I watch as the last of the sun touches their cheeks. Toes wiggle in the gritty wetness and t-shirts cling to the muck as I breathe in the deliciousness of childhood.

I sit down beside the ordinary moment and store the image, a still frame for the days when the sandpit sits alone. Knowing that afternoons melt quickly into twilight, I grab a bucket and join in the building.

The back yard sandpit seems a wonderful reason to need a bath.

What about you? What 'ordinary moments' have you taken the time to sit down beside recently?