last week that made my heart praise God.
I took the kids to the park because Hannah wanted to fly her new kite. She didn’t just want to fly her kite. She HAD to fly her kite. Her birthday is in March and when she feels the wind blow she has to fly a kite. I have learned this about her. She must fly a kite.
Once we arrived, she put her kite together, threw it up in the air, and watched it fly for over an hour. Over. An. Hour. I don’t know any other human being who gets that much joy from flying a simple Barbie kite for that long.
I was watching her and watching the sky when I saw something I’d never seen. Something about the way the light was hitting the clouds created colors. Like a rainbow, but not a bow at all. Just strokes of colors straight across the clouds. I called Benjamin over to see it (just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things). He saw it, too.
What I saw wasn’t as clear and large as that picture, though. I knew I saw colors in the clouds, understood why I saw colors in the clouds, but I didn’t know it had a name.
Definitely one of the coolest natural things I’ve ever seen.