Sweetness at Midnight

A few nights ago, I was working at the computer late at night, when suddenly I heard pitter, patter, pitter, patter.  But something was wrong with this sound - Coco's nails were more clickety, clack on the floor.

And then a sweet little boy voice saying "Mama, I didn't get to see the moon tonight!" 

My youngest had gotten out of his crib (we keep the gate down now & he's quite the expert at crawling in and out) and I guess was ready for a night time adventure.  I was surprised at his request because it's been quite a long time since we have looked at the moon. But he picked a perfect night for it. 

We went out on to the front porch and took a look.  There it was, big, bright, and shiny.  It was so bright that JM had to shield his eyes.  But he looked happy, if somewhat sleepy, to see it.  So we sat down on the porch swing for a few minutes and peeked through the tree branches at that bright full moon.  It was still pretty hot outside, so we were both ready to go back inside pretty quickly. 

I told JM "Say good night to the moon."  And he started to and then stopped and said, "the moon can't talk, Mommy!" 

Then it was off to rock my sweet little boy (in the cool of the house) and get him back to bed for the rest of the night.  What a great way to end my day.