We were on our way to soccer practice a few evenings ago and as I turned out of our neighborhood I noticed the moon: bright, round, and nearly full. Brandt noticed too.
"Mom! The moon is moving!"
I could hear the smile in his voice as he watched the moon, which appeared to be keeping pace with us as we flashed by trees, streets, and homes.
A few seconds later he added, delightedly, "The moon is going with us to the park!"
And you know, it did!