I was on the moon. With Steve.
Before I get back to the grind, I wanted to make a quick note of something. Last night my friend, Dallas, and his two-and-a-half year old, very kindly picked me up from work (so I could get home faster and sew more). After I greeted Dallas, I turned and said hello to his daughter who very solemnly whispered that we had to be quiet. I, of course, whispered back, "Oh, I'm sorry. Why do we have to be quiet?" Her reply? "[indecipherable noun] is sleeping in the ground."
This was so delightfully macabre coming from such a little girl that I immediately broke into a grin. But she'd no sooner said this than we pulled up to a large intersection and her view of the sky returned. "I can see the moon!" she exclaimed at full volume, and went on for another several minutes (with a little prompting from her father) about the moon.
As much as her "sleeping in the ground" comment had amused me, there is perhaps nothing more amazing than that level of excitement over a fixed body in our sky (okay, so it appears to change, but you know what I mean). I'll gaze at the moon quite often, especially when it's at full. It's beautiful and an important part of my religion. Sometimes I'll even find myself smiling if I catch an unexpected glimpse of it through the trees... but I don't remember ever being that excited about it.
Little kids are magic.
This was so delightfully macabre coming from such a little girl that I immediately broke into a grin. But she'd no sooner said this than we pulled up to a large intersection and her view of the sky returned. "I can see the moon!" she exclaimed at full volume, and went on for another several minutes (with a little prompting from her father) about the moon.
As much as her "sleeping in the ground" comment had amused me, there is perhaps nothing more amazing than that level of excitement over a fixed body in our sky (okay, so it appears to change, but you know what I mean). I'll gaze at the moon quite often, especially when it's at full. It's beautiful and an important part of my religion. Sometimes I'll even find myself smiling if I catch an unexpected glimpse of it through the trees... but I don't remember ever being that excited about it.
Little kids are magic.