What timing Te Toi had with his walk in front of a captive audience waiting in the wings for an All Black win.
If you could bottle the pure joy on his face mirrored by our own and send it to every sad corner of the planet for them to drink, we could have the world we all want and need.
A few small steps for Te Toi, one giant leap of joy for his whanau.
It was down at the Cake Tin where I forked out a pretty penny for our grandson's ABs kit - (shorts, cap and jersey), and his mum had him ready to come off the bench at a moment's notice, if Tipene Hansen needed him around 7pm on Saturday night.
Like the 48,000 expectant fans packed into Eden Park, and in front of the big screen down on The Strand, our lounge room was ripe and ready, with pukus full and plenty of pre-match banter flying around the room.
It was how we used to watch tests in the golden oldie good old days.
Then like a runaway try scored under the posts, Te Toi took off around the lounge room for his own pre match warm up - and we walked every step with him.
Each step was like the next successful number in the televised Lotto draw, lifting the level of excitement to one of full on pakipaki (applause) as he completed the walk of fame for the first time around the whanau living room.
Not even a controversial call by a Ngati Wiwi (French) ref could reverse our delight or dampen our spirits.
Sure, the match ended in a draw and the blame game will go on until about Wednesday, until another kaupapa comes up on the radar. And sure there is a lot to be said about the influence the man in the middle - a la referee - can have on the last minute of a match.
However, win, lose or draw, at the end of the day it is always going to be night time for all of us.
This latest Lions series, in my opinion, was a winner on so many counts, most of all the way in which the Red Army engaged with every corner of our communities up and down Aotearoa.
Each one I met in the three matches I watched live was a good bugger and when you have 20,000 good buggers spending a couple of hundred million quid in your country, who cares about a draw - everyone wins.
Will we remember it for the draw? Probably.
But, then again, cricket goes for four days and ends in a draw.
Will there be calls for the golden point as there is in rugby league? Can't see it.
My wish would be for a ref from an English-speaking country who can communicate freely with the payers, and more importantly with the upstairs refs.
At least SBW cannot be invoiced for this loss.
For now, we will have to quench our thirst for success with the magic moments and stand out performances from both sides.
Players of the series for me were Sam Cane and Brodie Retallick, who reminds me so much of the way Peter Burling gets the job done.
If Brodie was Able then Sam surely was keen as Cane, who foraged around the Lion's den like a hyena on heat, waiting to feast on the slightest morsel of mistake made by the pack of red-blooded Brits.
Moreover, we the audience baying for that blood, salivated every time it happened.
For the Lions, it was Conner Murray, but, then again, I am prejudiced to anyone called Murray as many Maori here in Tauranga whakapapa back to this clan from Moffat in Dumfriesshire, Scotland.
Win, lose or draw, we were given a rugby test series like no other in my lifetime in this country, and to have it laced into the return of the Auld Mug then everything truly is Cup Hi in Aotearoa.
Long after the Lions have left the land of the long white try line, the memory of what happened in front of our telly last Saturday night will stay forever.
One small step for our moko, one giant step for sporting moments.
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