My little astronomer found the moon this week. Each night she spots it out the window at bedtime. Since her two favorite things are lights and bouncy balls, not surprisingly the moon is at the top of her Christmas wish list.
She reaches for it, whimpers, then looks at me pleadingly as if to say, "Please, Mama, hand it to me."
And I tell her, "I will give you the moon... and all the stars too."
And I promise her that she can go there one day if she wants.
As Mark finally quieted her tonight with a sweet "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," I thought our Contact-inspired "Ellie" was making good use of her name already.
"I love you -- to the moon and back, and twice around the world. Love, Mama"
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