Last night, on our way to get ice cream, Morgan reached up to the sky and asked me if he could have the moon. He asks me that a lot. (A lot, as in, whenever he sees it glowing in the sky!) Usually, I tell him it's too high, or that we can't reach it. But last night, because it was his birthday, I said, "Okay! It's yours!"
Who am I to tell him that he can't have something out of his reach?
The boy has spirit. And it's refreshing and full of life. And I feel so blessed I'm the one sharing these adventurous days with him. I'm the one that tucks him in, gets him drinks and combs his hair. I'm the one who gets to show him that grass feels much better with bare feet and that lady bugs make great friends. And one day, when he asks me if it's okay to dream, I will be the one who will show him his wings. They'll be quite marvelous one day.
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