(a belated Father’s Day post)
“The father who would taste the essence of his fatherhood must turn back from the plane of his experience, take with him the fruits of his journey and begin again beside his child, marching step by step over the same old road.” —Angelo Patri
Owen loves the moon. Every single time we go outside, the first thing he does is look up in the sky. He’s so quick to spot it, even in daylight. Often, he finds it before we do. If he sees it, he shakes with excitement and says “Moon! Moon! Look! Moon!” And if he doesn’t see it, he looks at us with worry in his eyes and says “Moon?”
I love this. And I want to remember this. Which is why I’m writing about it here.
“I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it.” —Albert Einstein
