M-o-o-n. That spells Super Blood Moon.

It was quite a night. Christmas finally exploded in my house. There was some drama right after my meeting. I had approximately twelve heart attacks during just the end of the Patriots-Chiefs game. We went to the Superbowl, and…

…this happened.

The moon really did turn red!

While I’m reading Stephen King’s Dark Tower 4: Wizard and Glass.

(In which blood red moons are called demon moons and feature rather prominently, watching over the scenes in which characters meet their ends.)

(Untimely ends.)

I had no idea moons really did that in real life! Like, REALLY really!

So I’m going to cling to my house filled with laughter and how special their shrieking, delighted faces was, not the creepy, lovely moon.

But if you’d like…

Come.

Reap.

…Charyou tree.

The love that remains the same.

One of the perks of this whole time change thing is that it’s dark outside when we have to get up in the morning. The girls – Bee, especially – are fascinated that we’re up when it’s still dark outside. “Almost late?” Bee still asks, confused. “No, it’s just really early. The sunshine isn’t awake yet,” I remind her every morning.

When we pour ourselves and all of our accoutrements into our Zippy Red Jeep and head off to daycare, work, and the rest of our day, it’s still dark outside. I love that the sun isn’t in my eyes. Gracie loves the new routine for an entirely different reason. “Mommy, I can see the moon!” she exclaimed in rapture. And as if that wasn’t already the height of cool, “and it’s following us, Mom! It’s following us! Wow. The moon must really love me if he is following only me!”

The way she so easily gave herself over to the magical belief that the moon was there to adore and protect her made me smile (a rare treat so early in the morning). I remember riding home in the car from my aunt and uncle’s house when I was a little girl and telling my mom the same thing. I was enchanted just as my little girl is. To this day, the sight of the moon on a clear night has a calming effect on me. I feel like she is there, awake, watching out for me. My Mother Moon Goddess, as the Ya-Yas would say. It’s the kind of love and magic that lasts throughout generations, I guess.

Happy Love Thursday, everyone! May love shine down on you today and bring a smile to your face.