My daughter is in love with the moon. The first time she saw it, her jaw fell to the floor and she watched it in awe, bright blue eyes sparkling in wonder as she took in its brilliant sight. Now, every time she sees it she yells “I love you moon!” and blows it as many kisses as she can. Does she love that there is a bright, cream colored ball that lights up the sky? Does she love its dependability, the fact that it’s always there? Or does she love gazing into a starry night’s sky, letting her mind wonder and explore? She’ll tell us some day…but for now, she will just say “I love you moon!” and send kisses up into the heavens.
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