I had just gotten out of the shower and was minimally dressed with a towel twisted up on my head when my five-year old son Taran ran down the hall and grabbed my hand.
“Mom! Hurry! It is so pretty outside and you are going to miss it!”
I stumbled as he pulled me down the hall and dragged me out the door.
A beautiful painting of many shades of pink, gold, and blue greeted us in the evening sky as Taran excitedly pointed through the branches of our backyard trees.
I agreed. The sky was beautiful. But the thing that was most beautiful to me was that he took the time to appreciate it and that he wanted to share it with me.
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