We drove down the darkened street in silence. No noise was coming from the back seats, and I wondered if the girls had fallen asleep.
Suddenly the silence was broken.
“We’re racing the moon, Mommy!” Katie squealed.
I didn’t have to turn around to know what she was doing. I knew Katie was staring out the car window, her eyes on the moon high above us. I knew because I used to watch the moon, too, when I was a young girl in the back seat of my mom’s car. I used to stare out the car window and wonder if the moon was following us.
“Go, Mommy, go! We’re racing the moon!” Katie exclaimed again.
Katie. Always so full of wonder and joy. Just like me as a little girl, but brighter somehow. It is as if she took all my best parts and made them better.
Katie, delighted to live in a world where it is possible to race the moon.