December 19

It was one of those weird-weather days we have every now and again: cycles of rain and dark clouds followed by sunshine followed by blue sky.

And it all began with a rainbow for us.

Abby and I saw it, plump with vibrant color and glittering against its grey celestial backdrop, as we arrived at the Mother Ship for some morning libations. So I told her to go stand under it.

I love rainbows. In addition to being objectively beautiful, they make me think of promises and of the goodness of God, even in uncertain times. And that is a blessing.