I'm not sure I will ever forget the smell of the warm rain on the African savannah. It was powerful and earthy, the kind of smell that seemed to rise from the ground itself as the first drops touched the warm, rust-colored sand. Everything around me felt more alive. So did something inside me.

I met Joshua randomly on a pirate miniature golf course in Florida. It was one of those ordinary vacation moments that wasn't supposed to become anything more than a round of golf and some time together as a family. And then Joshua walked into our path. "So, what are our names, friends?"

A masterpiece does not become valuable because the world gathers around it. Its worth existed before anyone recognized it.

Joy does not only live in the finished room. Joy is in the becoming.