Moon. Star.

Last night, as I was closing the curtains over the night sky, I looked out to find a beautiful sight. A perfect crescent moon and one little star. I turned the lights off and swooped up my little boy. Looking out the window, he exclaimed "moo. sta!" Pointing with pride and full of satisfaction in his find. We then stood there in the dark, as we  watched the last bit of sunlight disappear from the sky. He snuggled his little head into my neck, letting me hug him a little tighter, and together we stared out at the rising moon and the twinkling star.