Tonight I went into my baby before I tucked down, which I do every night with every child. Tonight, however, B1 was very hot and sticky, the room was stuffy and so hot. I opened the blind and the curtains, gave her some water, and sat and cuddled her in the rocking chair by the window. It was a night where the sky was bright and clear, the wind was blowing and the moon shone through the branches of the trees. It was, in fact, magnificent. It is doubtful I would have noticed had it not been for the look of sheer wonder in B1’s face as she experienced her first ever sighting of the moon. I was taken back by the obvious awe in her eyes, and for a moment I was privileged to see the world through her eyes. The miracle that is our surroundings, that I see every night. I woke up and smelt the roses tonight with my gorgeous girl, or at least I saw the moon. We snuggled for ages, her eyes never once left the moon, so mesmerised was she, until gradually she drifted off to sleep. I sat there with a certain knowledge that I had shared something very special with my youngest. And I was moved.
Our Wonderful World

Ahhh!
I’m going back through your blog looking for reading lists and saw this post. I’ve read it before, but just have to comment years later to say I love it. Such special moments.