Some people notice their babies spirit in the wind, sometimes in the butterflies, or in the motion of the trees. For me it is the light that glitters, when the rain falls and the sun comes through, for me it is in the morning, when it is day yet the moon still graces the sky. It is a flickering candle in the dark, when the breeze does not breathe. It is the contrast of light and dark when I sense my sons, one the moon, one the sun, with me in the ether.