Moment

Molly is still trying so hard to befriend the deer. She thinks it is the same one visiting her each day. Maybe it is.

Leaves are turning. Air is crisp and chilly at night. We drove home last night after dark, and the moon was a huge, yellow, glowing, ball. The cicadas were out, and frogs were singing away too.

Sleeping with the windows open makes the house freezing. And bed so warm and cozy. Molly between David and I was so safe, and made me sleep so deeply last night. David stroked my head in the middle of the night. Molly burrowed in closer, and wriggled her little feet around. 

I wanted to freeze time.