The afternoon sun breached the narrow space between the window and the window shade, allowing a sunbeam through. It cut through the glass coffee table and spilled its spectrum of colors into a puddle on the floor.
And that’s where I found the little boy. Lying on the living room floor in a stream of iridescent sunshine.
“What are you doing in here?” I asked.
“Oh, just soaking up the rainbow,” he said matter-of-factly. Sometimes, this boy, he is too wise for his years and it makes my heart stop.
The laundry could wait. I set my laundry basket down and laid down beside him, nose-to-nose and tried to soak him up. He was the dream that I dared to dream so long ago.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Today, I realized I had made it over the rainbow.