Chasing Rainbows

For a few minutes every morning, the sun is at just the right angle to shine through the beveled glass in the front door. The light makes rainbows all over the front hall. This morning, I looked up from making breakfast to see Q running from rainbow to rainbow trying to grab them in his hands, giggling all the while. He reminded me of nothing so much as a kitten pouncing on a string. Too. Cute. For. Words.