Today on our way around town, running errands in preparation for Irene, the sky is gray and gloomy, I'm disappointed that once again, the rain is spoiling last summer days and plans and Mitch looks up and tells me its a blue sky, Mommy. Hmmm. Not really Mitch. Its more overcast. Pause. Its beautiful, he says.
Ive never heard him.use that adjective and I burst out.laughing with adoration. Only my.son.could call a gray sky blue and think its beautiful. I'm glad he sees the good. I told him he brought a glimmer of hope to the.impending storm.