Singing to the Sky
I took this photo of my son in our front yard. After a hard winter, it was the first warm and sunny day in months. He was happily collecting sticks and rocks that had been revealed when the snow melted. He wasn't, in fact, singing, but every time he sees this picture he tells me, "I'm singing to the sky, dad!" A sunny day, a beautiful little boy son, and a fantastic imagination. If life needs any more meaning than this, I can't fathom what it might be.