Right out our back window, we had the perfect view of the lunar eclipse tonight. Less perfect, is the camera I have to catch it on.
When I told my almost 4-year-old that the next time it happens, he'll be 6-years old, he got visibly upset and said, "I don't want to be 6-years-old, I want to be three." Me too, little man.
What's truly comforting is knowing that the next time it occurs, our family of five will be together.
life goes on... and this blog doesn't
8 years ago
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