A long time ago, we started telling Big that when there was a pretty sunset, it was because he had been a good boy and it was a little extra gift from God that day. So now, he loves a good sunset. I'm pretty sure that he might be one of a very few 6 year old boys who loves the sunset but he does.
Yesterday, we had a real doozie. It was one of the most beautiful displays I've ever seen and reflected on the water, it was even more spectacular. People actually stopped alongside the road by our house to take pictures of it. It was as if there was a rare wildlife viewing. But it was only the sun. If you can imagine, it actually hushed Big and Lil' and their candy-induced craziness for a minute. We all sat there spell-bound and took it in.
We didn't have a camera so we'll have to use our memory to remember it. I wonder if Big will remember the sunset we saw yesterday when he's grown. If you do, let me tell you this. It really was as beautiful and big and majestic as you remember it being. It's not like the counter tops or your room where they seemed taller or bigger when you were younger. That sunset really did look like that. Trust this memory cause it was a good one.