A few weeks ago, Elizabeth came with me to pick up her father from the transit center. After waiting for him for about 10 minutes, Elizabeth said, “Mommy, Daddy’s not coming. I think we’re lost.”

Last night, Elizabeth looked out of the window and commented, “It is yellow and pink outside. I think that God painted the sky. I think that God did it so that we wouldn’t know that it was the sky. I think that He didn’t want us to know what it was.”