Sometimes teeniest, tiniest moment can be sacred. Our minds rush around thinking and rethinking and then rethinking yet again the same old thoughts. And then, a moment. You see a butterfly (or three). Or you notice a flower. Or you just notice the little hair on your husband's neck. Time is suspended. Yes, life continues and what you need to do and say rushes right back in. The butterflies fly away. That eternal moment might only have lasted a couple milliseconds but it was no less sacred for its brevity,
