It's cliche to talk about never noticing the sky and then one day you realize how amazing it is, so you made a point of appreciating it ever since. Still, that's what happened to me. When I was sad for so long I didn't notice a lot of things - not just the sky. But one day colors stood out. I saw the blue sky, the white clouds, the green trees, the black road, the yellow street signs. Everything was so vibrant and that's when I knew things were really different in my head. I couldn't help talking about them or snapping pictures. The kids have noticed. Funny Girl told me the other day that I don't cry anymore. I was sad that she knew, but happy that she could see I was feeling better too. And Dimples looks at the sky. She says, "Mommy, it's the sky beautiful today?" We talk about the clouds and how wonderful it is to be alive.
Recently as we've had more storms I've noticed just how expansive the sky looks. Sometimes I can see the edges of storms and tell where it's raining. Sometimes the clouds are layered and I am amazed at the depth. I show these to the kids too. Beauty isn't just on the pretty days. Stormy skies can be awesome too.
Not a day goes by anymore when I'm not mindful of the sky.