The Cutest Thing Iv'e Ever Heard

This summer, after a church-league softball game, I picked Emily up to carry her back to the car. She asked to wear my softball glove, which she often does. She looked up to the evening sky, raised her arm, and began flipping her wrist back and forth, waving the glove. She stopped for a moment, turned to me, and said "we catch the clouds, daddy?". Maybe some day, Emily.