Tuesday, 9 December 2014
“Daddy, come out here quick!” The Girl said. I ran outside in my robe.
“Look at the moon,” she said in awe. “You can see it rising.”
It was true. The white moon, swollen but waning, was moving slowly behind gossamer clouds. We stood for a few minutes in silence, watching it.
You know why I’m so proud of you? I said.
“Why?” she asked.
I was already proud of you for winning the ribbon at the quiz, I said, but I’m a lot more proud of you for being able to stop and notice the sky at night – few people do that. I’m proud that you thought to call me, and that we could look at it together. Thank you.
“I love my life,” she said.
Don’t ever let that change, I said.