"Sloane, did you know this is called the blue hour, l'heure bleue? It's my favorite time of the day."
"Why is it called that?"
"Because for a short time each night as the sun sets, the light turns blue. Turns everything blue and the whole world is more beautiful. This is the best hour of the day."
"Not for me. My best hour is sunrise. I love how the colors paint the sky."
"Tell me about that, honey."
"The colors slowly paint the sky. When I watch that I feel rich. I feel like I am the richest person in the world. Do you know what I mean?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, I do. We are rich."
"Very rich and not only because of sunrises either."
"What do you think makes us rich?"
"Family. And love. And hugs. And lots of kisses. And a house with love built into the walls. We are so rich, Momma."
"Yes we are, my love. Yes we are."
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
love built into the walls
It is nearly full dark. The moon is glowing. The wind blows. The frogs and crickets compete in their nightly chorus. The first fireflies have just joined us. The swing creaks as Sloane swings. I get up from the hammock and go join her.
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