A couple of weeks ago, we were gifted with a night star in which shone two Stars of Bethlehem, something which, I read, hasn’t happened for two thousand years.
That night Petite Fille and her Daddy went out onto our country lawn to look at the stars. We weren’t sure, if at two years of age she really understood, but she enjoyed the moment and that was the important thing.
A couple of nights later, back at their house in the city, Petite Fille and I were home alone. I was in the kitchen making our dinner, when Petite Fille, stood at the french doors, trying to see the stars. Sadly, it was a cloudy night, and the illumination of the city lights made it near impossible to see anything.
Small moments linger on, and I am so lucky that I have this wonderful child in my life. Blessed.