Clouds
We are driving back from meeting her first grade teacher when my daughter cries out, "Mom! Look at that cloud! It's shaped just like a heart." I glance quickly out the side window as I navigate the road. "Oh, yeah," I say softly, not really looking hard because I know that often the shapes in clouds are meant for only one viewer. My answer, initially, is a lie meant to let her know that I'm listening without causing me to nearly crash the car trying to see what she does. Then, right before I look away, I see it. A single cloud, big and puffy, in the perfect shape of a heart. "I think it's shining love down onto all of us," says The Nugget. I smile. She is so kind hearted. As we turn a corner she wiggles in her seat, twisting and turning to keep the heart in her line of sight. Already, part of the edge is drifting apart. "I never want it to go away!" she cries. "Well, honey, clouds dissipate. That's just what