Best thing

My youngest daughter threw some leaves in the air and they landed in her hair, and of course I had to take a picture, because I am a Cute Moments Paparazzo. Original poem first posted here.

What was the best part about your day?
my oldest daughter asked me tonight. 

It was the sunlight filling our house 
after days and days of hard rain, the rain 
still drifting in dust-mote drops. 

It was the wide rainbow, purple as urgent as the red
stretching down from one cloud and seeming to end
on the road that leads to our new home. 

It was the marble that rolled away under the car
burying itself in a pile of leaves before
it could roll out the other side. The little loss.

It was the bird my youngest daughter made in art:
twisted wires for the beak, wings, and single leg
the body filled in with crumpled brown paper. 
The beauty in waste, knotted to make something new.