I recall a story my friend Pat tells, about when his son was very young.

As Pat struggled to adjust an infant car seat in a sub-compact car, his son said, “moon.”

Things didn’t fit just right, and it was a challenge to crane over the seat to latch everything just so.

Again, “moon.”

The parts weren’t clipping together properly. Was the seatbelt twisted or something?

“Moon!”

Pat paused and looked at the night sky. Then at his son, who was pointing upward.

In the busyness of it all, Pat had almost missed this moment of wonder and awe — his son witnessing nature and calling it by name for the first time.

A moment nearly missed.

Do we find ourselves too busy? Do we find ourselves caught in the scramble of the day’s chores?

There are moments of beauty and discovery that we may be missing.

The gift is that they happen all the time, if we open our eyes to see them.