Days like these we remember...

"It's days like these we remember." The wise words of my 9 year old son.

It's around 8pm on a late July summer evening as we drive in the car heading West. As the sun begins to set on the clouded thunderous day, the large puffed clouds stand behind us as tall as they eye can see. The blue sky before us breaks apart into a peach-orange colored glow giving us a slightly eerie setting from the storms that had just passed. The low hanging clouds are whisping away as they stretch long across the summer evening sky. With their gray colored haze the outstanding sun streams into the clouds with its warming rays as the day closes.

He joins me in a quiet ride in the car and says "It's days like these we remember." I look at him with a curious smile and wonder why he just said that, so of course I ask. "Why would you say that?"

He smiled back and answered so honestly. "Because when was the last time I got to enjoy a quiet sunset with my mom? I wish we could pull over and watch the sun fall in the sky. We could spread out a blanket and just watch the cloud shaped animals pass us by. I don't remember the last time we got to do that."

With tears in my eyes I don't respond. It is days like these we remember, this particular day I will remember. When was the last time I remember watching the sunset with my son? I do remember, it was that night.

Thanks son, for having me remember those small things in life.