Sully's blue

Today the kids and I went to meet a friend for lunch. As we walked into the mall, Ella commented on a painting in the doorway; "I thought that was a picture of Sully because the blue looked like his hat." Now, the painting had no human likeness - it was a rocky ocean scene, quite lovely I must admit. But she was right; the blue of the sky is Sully's blue - identical to his tiny knitted hat. We stopped and remembered how handsome he was in that color. And there he was for both of us, in the vibrant hues of an oil painting. I smiled to think that this is how we will hold him again and again, in the glimpses of beauty that surprise us in ordinary moments.