A beautiful moment at close to four o’clock in the morning.

I had let Butters outside, and returned to my room.  As I went back to retrieve my cream colored, insomniac manatee/sharpei/shepherd – I bumped into my son coming inside.

We had both remembered the moon.

We sat outside together, listening to the birds – in the dark, and staring up at that gorgeous huge moon.  As dark as it was outside, the moon shone like the sun.  We spoke of how the sky must have looked before electricity.  We spoke of stars and places available to see them in total darkness.

And as we spoke, and sat in awe of that moon, I was filled with such gratitude and love for the relationship I have with my son.

When we both went in, he was wide awake – I got back under my sheets and he came into my room and sat on my bed beside me … “It’s like Christmas …” he said.  And it did have that feel to it.

That up-too-early, but full of wonder and leisure feeling.

We parted, but that moment didn’t go unwritten in my memory bank.  I love that he chose those words.  I love that his memories of being up early and excited and us being together brought that comparison to his lips.

I awoke again at 5:30 and managed to capture the moon on my ‘real’ camera.  Then I played with it a little. 😉