June 7, 2011 @ 7:50 am | Filed under: Books
I’m remembering this, with a smile.
And this, with a full heart.
Jane was five years old and we were at a conference where I had a speaking engagement. At one point, a friend’s teenaged daughter took Jane to the drinking fountain. The teen later related this story to her mother, who passed it on to me.
Apparently young Jane was delighted by the arc of the water as it came out of the spout. “Look, I’m drinking a rainbow!” she cried.
Then she took a drink, paused, and added thoughtfully, “That’s funny, I always thought rainbows would be crunchy.”
And, well, sixteen wonderful years of moments like those.
And feeling very, very lucky indeed.
Happy Birthday, Bill!
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