"Laynee clouds" (what I call pink clouds) are filling the sky this morning.
I really have no words to explain the way that this made me feel. There was a surge of excitement at unexpectedly seeing her name written by a hand other than my own. I felt a sense of awe at the reality of how great an impact a 2 year child managed to leave on the people that knew her. I smiled, knowing exactly the type of clouds she was referring to, the same pink clouds that always make me think of Laynee dancing around heaven with a pink paint brush in her hand. I felt honored that a busy, life loving teen would think of my little girl and I when she probably has so much on her mind. Above all, my heart filled with joy at the knowledge that Laynee has not been forgotten, her memory lives on in the hearts of many.
Awhile back I posted about what to do and not to do when someone you care about is grieving. Kristin has set a perfect example this morning of something that you definitely should do.