On the drive home Spencer kept singing Happy Birthday to Papa and I joined along with her. A storm was coming in and the clouds started rolling quickly in the sky. That's when I saw it: my sky was in love.
It started off small and a little undefined, but I knew in my bones what it was going to be since I'd seen one once before- and I was right
It started to take it's shape, growing a little, but never getting very big.
And then the sky started to lighten up and my little cloud of love started to roll away just as quickly as it came in. And I knew, I really really knew, that it was my Mema and Papa saying to me Thank you for remembering. We love you.