come home, moon.

Everyone is gone.  My parents went to visit friends for a few days and Henry went to visit his dad until January 1.  I was supposed to go visit a friend but instead we decided to take a few days to figure out what we are doing.  It's time to decide to shit or get off the pot, I suppose.  What does that mean for me? 

Extreme quiet.

I just took the clock off the wall because the tick tocking was driving me coconuts.  It's so quiet I almost miss the wailing of Barbaro Garbey.  Almost. 

Last night Henry and I looked for the moon.  It was behind a cloud and Henry was most disappointed that we had turned off all the lights in the house and still couldn't see it.  I could tell it wasn't a big cloud so I told him we'd probably be able to see it soon.  We stood at the window for a few seconds and Henry said, "Moon.  Come home, moon."  And then lo and behold, the moon came out from behind the cloud.  He had big smiles and I had big smiles and I told him the moon came home just for him. 

I love this kid and can't wait for 2013.  I know big things are in store for us.  He just needs to come home.