As we were driving to my Mom's house yesterday afternoon, Jack remarked, "The clouds hold your dreams, you know."
I was really struck by that image. I looked up at the sky: the big, floaty, clean, and sun-dappled clouds sitting contentedly in the blue abyss really did seem to hold the promise of something unexpected, and also the innocent assurance that there would be many more endless, sunny, cloud-dimpled skies to canopy our wonderful life.
"That is great Jack!" I exclaimed, marveling in his poetic imagination.
"Great, now there are two of you," Dan muttered.
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