There’s glitter in the grass. A remnant of surprised excitement. An ordinary day. Feet kicking whatever is willing. A pop and burst that covers blonde hair in rainbow shimmer. Boys still too young to fear appearing shiny. 

They are shiny. And they glisten running inside to share their surprise with me. In an instant I decide to enjoy the sparkles they shed. Knowing it’ll be hell to clean. But also knowing they will only come to me first, in their excitement and discovery, for just a bit longer. 

Days later the rainbow remnants have been scrubbed from the hardwood but not from the dirt outside. I step through them and wonder at the magic of a mess made on an ordinary day.