The Moon

This morning my little guy was focused on the rocket ship box. Getting in, putting on his goggles (made out of cardboard of course), closing the doors and hatches, and taking off…this meant I was counting down and shaking the box as he giggled inside. He would pick a planet, have a little visit, then back in the box taking off to the next adventure. When he blasted off to visit the moon, I sang the Sesame Street song…

Well I’d like to visit the moon,
on a rocket ship high in the air.
Yes, I’d like to visit the moon,
but I don’t think I’d like to live there.

Though, I’d like to look down at the earth from above,
I would miss all the places and people I love
so although I might like it for one afternoon
I don’t wanna live on the moon.

He got out of the box and looking at me with the most delicious huge brown eyes said, Kat, why are you sad? Why is that song so sad?

I wasn’t sad, but my heart was heavy…I sang that song to my kids a million and one times…in my arms, wearing footsie pjs, so clean after their tubbies, resting their little heads on my shoulder…I rocked and I sang. He could hear my longing for times gone by. Sigh. Swoon. Sigh. What a tender little man.

Tonight the moon is SPECTACULAR, take a minute to look. When I spot a beautiful moon like this I immediately text my crew. Everyone, look at the sky, the moon, the moon, we are together.

So where ever you are, go look at the moon. We are one.

I am thankful for the moon.