Wham! A rock thrown up by a lawnmower slammed into our windshield. A little crack formed, right at eye-level on the driverside, and Andy and I started to lament and complain unhappily. My thoughts about stopping, confronting the guy and trying to make his insurance pay got interrupted…
“A star! A star!” Leilani called out from the backseat. I looked again. The crack looked indeed like a star. When Leilani started singing “Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are…” the rest of my anger melted away.
Every time now when we get into the car Leilani notes happily that the pretty star is still there…
