Certain nostalgic emotion

There is this certain nostalgic emotion that creeps up every now and then, when a cool breeze lifts my hair, or when my kids bring me acorns and ask me to "pop the hats off of them," or when I'm walking in the shade and catch one small sliver of sunlight on my face. This emotion is quite inexplicable, and to be honest, one I rather loathe.  It all seems so lovely on the surface; those things listed above are a few of my absolute favorite things. They are also things that last only a second and then are gone, leaving me feeling achy- like I am grasping at straws.  I was in the middle of one such moment today when something struck me.  When we are resurrected to the New Earth, our deepest desires and cravings will be satisfied by intimate communion with the Son of God. We long for these manifestations of Christ's perfection, but the day will come when I will be in the presence of the creator of all of the beauties that constantly slip through my fingers. That day will be sooo glorious.