Looking Up

It was one of those moments. The ones you don't want to record in their memory journals. Unnerving in private and embarrassing in public. One crying inconsolably, the other having a meltdown, and me, running late.

I have come to the conclusion that losing it really doesn't help anyone in any way, so I stopped. We all did. Time for three deep breaths. As I filled my lungs, I looked up. And laughed.

There it was, just when we could all use a bit of luck, a cheerful yellow shooting star, in all its construction-paper glory, taped to the window.

Right when I needed to see it, a shooting star entered my field of vision.

Incredible. But maybe not surprising. He is known to work in incredible ways, after all.