Tonight while watching the beginning of the lunar eclipse (which is boring during the first ten minutes) my daughter looked up to the sky and said, “I can’t reach the moon!”
My husband and I were surprised. She has never said a sentence of more than three words on her own. I praised her for saying such a big sentence and then corrected her.
“Honey,” I told her, “you can do whatever you put your mind to. If you want to reach the moon then you can do it.”
Jacob looked at me and our eyes met and we both looked down at Avery.
She was eating dirt.