This morning, when we left the house, the crescent moon was bright in the sky. I pointed it out to Liam.
“Moon. That’s the moon. Look. Up.”
And he looked up. And he SAW it. And he stared and stared and stared.
He didn’t try to say “moon,” and he didn’t point. He just stared, absorbing the moonlight through his shining eyes. We stood there for a minute, faces to the sky, and he never moved except for blinking. Looking up. Up up up and so far away.
As I turned around with him to get him into the car, he turned his head so he wouldn’t lose the moon.