I love thinking about what Moon is seeing. The morning routine for her and Zoey involves romping and playing, relishing an eagerly anticipated breakfast followed by more playing, and then a joint gaze out the window. More often than not lately, Zoey has tuckered out first, leaving Moon to hold solitary sentry duties.
As far as I can tell, not much goes on in the backyard. At this time of year there’s not even a good chance of spying a bird or a squirrel. But Moon is enraptured. This morning she chirped delightedly at something–the tiniest, tinniest little mew that breaks in the middle like she didn’t mean for it to come out but couldn’t contain herself. She’s always so full of enchantment and discovery.
Well, at least until nap time.
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