Star-struck by the Most Famous One
Ruthie wakes up early and stumbles down to the living room with her light-up ladybug. Her little chubby fingers hold up the favorite bedtime friend to project stars on the ceiling above us. Amethyst light through star holes cast the dreamy image of a night sky above me. But it is 6 am and I’m about to endure a challenging morning. How I wish I could just go back to sleep. Sleep away the hard stuff of life.
I look at the half-moon shape. I’d love to read Goodnight Moon to her now…like we…
