A few nights ago Jeanine, Walton, and I were snuggled up together on the couch, and I said this to Walton:
“You know you hung the moon, right?
“You hang it every day. Every day you hang the moon.
“Of course, some days you hang it a little early, and it’s up there in the afternoon, before the sun’s even gone down. Some days you hang it late, and it’s still up the next morning. And of it’s hardly ever the same size. Which proves you don’t have to be obsessive about it, or perfect, or anything like that. That’s not the point.
The point is: you hang the moon. Every day.”
Peyton, you too.