“Bunny,” I said. “Bunny. Bunny.”
Sometime in the last few months, I’d gotten over feeling silly about repeating words to my little girl. She was too young to say them back to me, but that didn’t matter. She’d be able to say them someday.
On Tuesday of this week, I had to report to jury duty in the city. In order to be on time, I left the house very early to get ahead of the traffic. As I drove through the neighborhood just at sunrise, I caught glimpses of the moon through the trees.
I looked for it eagerly, because I'd somehow missed the opportunity the night before to see the supermoon, the biggest and brightest full moon since 1948.
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