Wonderment. My grandson was at a sports event. All eyes save his, and mine, were on a bunch of young girls struggling to make sense of soccer. He caught the glint of something silver, high in the sky. He stared in wonderment and muttered ‘PaPa look’. I turned and saw a jet very high above. His eyes, to me, were filled with such joy and someday, I’m sure, the questions of how, why, who and maybe.