Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night.
Nothing could be further than the sky.
“I love you right up to the MOON,” he said, and closed his eyes.
Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves.
He leaned over and kissed him good night. Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile,
“I love you right up to the moon – AND BACK.”
>>> from Guess How Much I Love You, by Sam McBratney
Charlotte’s Web, Treasure Island, the Boxcar Children, Homer Price, old Westerns, the Henty series. Allllll the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, Island of the Blue Dolphins, The Little Princess, Misty of Chincoteague, The Swiss Family Robinson, The Witch of Blackbird Pond.
And when I was younger… all those times curled up on Mom and Dad’s bed, piled high with pillows as my sisters and I all vied for the best spot… we all NEEDED to see the pictures EVERY time, even though we had the books memorized.
The Giving Tree, Oh, the Places You’ll Go (and basically ANY Dr. Seuss), Katy and the Big Snow, those books about Francis the Badger. Make Way for Ducklings, Officer Buckle and Gloria, Amelia Bedelia, Cordoury… the list goes on.
It’s a simple picture book with watercolor drawings of a baby rabbit and a daddy rabbit. They keep trying to outdo each other. (“I love you thiiiis much” kinda thing) I pretty much have that book memorized still.
My roommate, Tyler, and I disagree on whether it’s “ones” or “one” and weather the melody goes up at the end or down, but whatever. Mom taught it to us one night when we lived on Guam. We were on a walk after dinner – the moon was out and the dark was thick, like the humid air. But we sat on the curb somewhere in our neighborhood and watched the moon through the palm fronds and Mom taught us that song.
“Cell phone lot”?
What the heck? I’d never heard of this thing in all my years of inhabiting airports.
But how many airports have hay fields alongside their cell phone lots? Not many, I assure you.
It’s a constant reminder that there’s more to life than me. That no matter where I am in the world, I look up at the moon and I can know that it’s the same moon that’s shining on someone I love. That’s it’s never any bigger than my thumb, supermoon or no supermoon. The next one may not occur until 2034 or whatever, but hey. I like the ordinary moon too.
I’m going to stop yakking about the moon now. I think you might think I’m a little random/whacko/crazy. But maybe some of you agree with me about most of these rambles… because there’s someone in your life who loves you “to the moon and back.”