My daughter has had a series of good Saturdays.
Last week, she spent time with my parents. The week before, she spent time with my aunt and uncle.
Today, she went on a hayride and went trick-or-treating with her cousins.
The thing that most caught her attention, however, was not the candy or family time, but the sky.
“Look at the stars,” she instructed me as we drove around on the hayride. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
They were, and I told her so.
On the way home, she said, “I wish every day could be like this.”
I told her that the rarity of days like this made us appreciate them more.
“I know,” she said, “but I got to see the stars.”
“The stars are out every night,” I told her.
“I need to look at them more.”
Me too.
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