Earlier this week, as we were prepping diner you called me from the outside deck, your insistent "maman maman come in", I came outside and you pointed your arm and finger out to the sky with the super happy excited scream of yours. You were pointing at the clouds changing colors as the sun was setting. I sat with you and you called your papa. He came outside as well and we all sat together starring at the sky and the clouds and the pinks and oranges and we all smiled like a 2 years old baby being touched by such a simple gift from the universe : an ever changing beautiful painting in the sky. And ever since, when the sun goes set itself behind the mountains, you point at the clouds and you insist on taking a moment to look at the sky.
I've said it before, I will say it again : children are the guardians of our souls. Not to be doubted.