It’s freezing cold and we stand in the garden of the hotel, entranced as iridescent greens and purples dance quickly and silently across the sky. No one second is the same. The patterns shape-shift and, in this moment, my heart is fuller than it’s ever been. As I glance down at Charlie, I can see the lights reflected in his wide eyes. He can barely believe what he’s seeing, and I love that I’m sharing this with him.
