One day when I was feeling scared and waiting on some diagnostic news, I went outside and looked up at the sky. I remembered how when I was a young girl I would spend hours laying on the driveway or in the grass staring at the sky. I would look for shapes in the clouds, and find comfort in the expansive blue above me. That day even though I was 49 years old, I took the time to lay down on my driveway and look up. I felt like a little girl again and it felt so silly as neighbors drove by. Then my 18 year old son came outside and he sat down and said, "mom are you okay?" I said "yes — join me! look at that sky!" He laughed and then said,, "okay this is weird mom" and he joined me and stared up. After awhile as neighbors were driving by we realized how silly we looked lying on the driveway and people were kind of doing double takes, and we both started laughing. We laughed and laughed until I was crying tears of joy. I loved this moment when my 18 year old son took the time to lay next to his newly diagnosed mom and laugh with me. It was his way of showing support and it was a tiny moment that brought so much joy in this scary journey. It inspired me to look up everyday and notice the sky. It also reminded me that even in the worst situations, there are sparks of joy and silver linings. I will never forget that funny moment in time.