Super Moon

No, not talking about those types of super moons. (You know, the ones that seem to only shine in Mom's kitchen during the holidays...ahem...siblings) I'm referring to the beautiful super moon last Saturday night. Everyone knows all about it so I'll just say for the record, it's been 18 years since it was this close.

We were out at the Ranch, celebrating Jack's 3rd birthday, having a howling good time. My Mom was there establishing her new nickname, Momipedia, for busting out what BTU stands for even while Darrin, Brian, Steve and I came up with some other alternatives. (We'll retire Textamusmomamus for now.)

On cue as soon as the sky grew dark and the better tournament games ended, we all gathered to lounge on the deck to see it's arrival. And what an entrance it was. Like the guest at the party that commands you stop talking and turn to watch it waltz in.

When we arrived home later that night I slipped out to the back deck and took this amateur shot:

It doesn't do it a bit of justice. That moon was gigantic. And inspiring. We taught Aria to say moon. For once we opened all the windows and shades, pulling back the curtains to let the moonlight spill in. For the two following mornings it seemed to still be there when I went out for a run. Fat and lazy and slowly leaving the sky. Even now, as the earth's shadow begins to impede on it's greatness, it still seems magical. Like my eyes just suddenly improved and I can actually see the textures of the moon.

Hope you got a chance to howl at it as well!