"Look Mom, a shooting star!"
Miss-O exclaims, looking out the car window.
It's 10:00 in the morning.
Blue Sky and hardly a cloud in sight.
"Where is the shooting star?" I ask.
"See Mom, right there in the sky. It's still shooting." O replies.
I look out the car window and see a plane with a jet-stream trailing behind.
I smile.
"Make a wish!" I say.
And that is why I live through my children's eyes, giving me a new perspective of life.