The brief onslaught of angry hail left just as suddenly as it had arrived leaving behind a breathtaking sight. As I was looking heavenward a small figure caught the corner of my eye. It was a stocking footed, ruddy cheeked, wild haired boy running as fast as a child's legs would carry him. "What is he doing?!" the confused voices around me chimed. It took me but a moment to realize . . . he was racing to the end of the rainbow.
He believes in magic.
2 comments:
So so sweet...tears wishing I thought as he does. So innocent, that is one thing that makes him so perfect.
Love Nic:)
I am finding that our children have the answers more often then we do. I will follow Nick to the end of the rainbow any day.
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