I see them everywhere. Quite possibly I'm the only one who can make out the sometimes faint shape of a heart, but nonetheless I see it. Take for instance Sunday night at the Rangers game. As the sun was setting, I looked up and saw a heart in the clouds and felt the love of my Charlotte. And as I went to upload Sunday night's picture, I saw this one of Patrick on his first day of school not long ago. Our wreath is usually fluffed out in all of its round glory but its new shape caught my attention. These and many others are pieces of happiness...they are pieces of her.