You can’t plan them, can’t anticipate them. And if you are too caught on your way somewhere to really be where you are, it’s easy to miss them.
The Om Field begins with a reprint of the first “serious” piece of Redskins writing I ever did. In it, I refer to the threads of my “inner burgundy and gold tapestry.”
A little over a year ago, an event happened that served as stark reminder that not all threads are silken, and not all moments bright.
Last night, at the traditional Christmas Eve dinner at my parents’ house, my son said he was looking forward to today because there were going to be “good moments.”
When he handed me my present this morning, it was with a little smile. First thing I saw was the burgundy … the second, “Taylor.”
He’d pinned a little note to it.
"Is it Jason?"
I pulled my jersey from the box, held it up. Turned it around to look at the back. Underneath the nameplate and “21,” he’d pinned another note.
"I didn’t think so either."
It’s all about the moments.
My Christmas wish is that yours has one too.