Several years ago Lori, Kacy's mom, had a trailer. It was next to a farm, with woods, rolling pasture land, and a huge pond. It was heaven. I lived there with her and the girls for awlile. It was the happiest days of my life. For awhile.
I was in the back yard by my fire pit, sitting with a cup of coffee,and my binoculars, waiting for the big full moon to clear a line of tulip poplars. Kacy was with daddy, as she always was at that age. She was chasing lightening bugs one minute, observing my every move the next. Daddy's girl.To kacy I was ten feet tall, and the final athority on any subject known to man.
A few weeks earlier my little angel had seen the moon for the first time through my binoculars. She watched it sailing along with us all the way home, and was convinced after that ,that the moon "followed her everywhere she went."
I scanned the treeline with my biniculars again. I could see the huge yellow moon through the tops of the trees. it wouldn't be long now.While Sipping my coffee I noticed my Kacy girl , hands on hips looking at the tree line too. Then she backed up a few feet, stood , hands on hips again looking intently at the moon in the trees.
After repeating this manuver three times she beamed at me." There you go Daddy." She said proudly. " I moved the moon for you so you can see it with your noculars."
Eyes swimming with tears I glanced over her shoulder at the bright full moon just skimming the trees.
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I couldn't embed the version of this song with the daughter. But the lyrics are there. This goes out to my Kacy girl, and to all my friends, with an American child.....
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