Scars

Spring was starting to appear in all the trees and flowers, and skies filled with birds. But the chill of winter was lingering and as the day started to fade to evening, Kaylee and I snuggled close together under her covers to stay warm.

Kaylee held the book in her hands and she sounded out words and read the pages to me. A new skill learned in kindergarten. As the evening grew later she started to get weary, "Can you read now?"

I took the book from her hands and sleepily started reading where she left off. She listened quietly for a few moments when her little pointer finger came up and traced the inner parts of my arm. Interrupting our bedtime story she asked,
"Are these freckles mommy?"
I looked to where her little finger hovered over the marks inside my arm. Old PICC line scars that were long forgotten.
"No, those are all the spots that the doctors used to give mommy medicine when her lungs needed help."
"Oh, like your port?"
"Yes, similar to my port."
A few moments passed as she touched each scar, looking intently at each one.
"Look, these spots look like Orion's belt. Your spots make a constellation! How lucky!"

And just like that my scar covered arms became beautiful skies sparkling with stars and constellations.