My two year old son's tiny khaki pants were sitting on top of the pile of dirty clothes, and just before I threw them in the washer, I remembered to check his pockets.  His preschool teacher told me that he was picking up acorns, and might have stashed some.  This was the first time I'd ever thought to clean out his pockets.

I discovered a couple of whole acorns and some acorn pieces.

Now, I know it might be silly, but I was so moved by those little acorns that he had decided were special enough to keep safe in his pocket.  Throughout the coming years, I will surely remove things like worms, leaves, candy, love notes, money, and keys, but today...  Today, I got to hold in my hand these precious acorns that even I as a child thought were treasures.

It reminds me of how innocent and wondrous he is, and how big the world is to him.  He values acorns.  He values clouds and crickets.  He loves God's creations.  He takes the time to admire them, which makes me admire him even more.  

I will forever remember his first pocketful.