Orbiting Jupiter

by Gary D. Schmidt

You can tell all you need to know about someone from the way cows are around him.

“It’s my favorite planet,” he said. And she held his arm and looked at Jupiter and she said, “Mine too—now.”

He pointed to Jupiter, lit up, brighter than anything else in the sky.

I think probably most miracles are a lot smaller, and sort of still, and so quiet, you could miss them.

You know how teachers are. If they get you to take out a book they love too, they’re yours for life.