Where’s the Moon, Mommy?

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The moon was late tonight.

Since he learned about the moon, Doodle has always wanted to see it if we were ever outside while it was dark.  Those beginning glances would open wide his sleepy eyes as we walked in from the car.  His little voice would beam, “The moon!” and his blanket would fall as his tiny arm stretched out as far as it could.  He’s never gotten over that.

There have been plenty of nights when we haven’t been out, though, as well as nights when the sky was overcast, the moon was new, and even a few complete no-shows.  Moonless nights have not been entirely uncommon.  There have also been a couple of midday sightings.  That tricky moon!

But tonight, it was different.

We left Hippie Mama and Ling’s house late and, as we walked to the car, Doodle searched for the moon.

“Where’s the moon, Mommy?”

“I don’t know, Doodle.  Maybe it’s hiding.  We’ll look for it as we drive to pick up Daddy.”

We looked and we looked, but there was no moon.  Doodle seemed content to marvel at the stars.  The view out there is amazing.

A few minutes down the road, when he was sure he had looked at every possible angle from his carseat in the back, Doodle asked again, more concerned this time.

“Where’s the moon, Mommy?”

“I don’t know, Doodle.”

“I don’t see it.”

“I don’t see it either.”

“Let’s find the moon and give it to the stars.”

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