By The Light Of The Moon

The Lunar festival was this past week, two days ago.  We celebrated Kaolin's Chinese birthday quietly, opening presents from family in California.  Playing tea party.  Ending the night exhausted with a few games of Mancala, as I observed her mind discovering the art of strategy.  My girl is now a little girl, and I am still her love.  At Glas Cafe this week, catching a short live performance of some traditional Irish music, she asked politely to walk downstairs and sit by herself.  However, I was allowed to watch her from the loft above.  And she was her own muse.  A fluttering heart.  Too young for boys to notice, but I know that she will be breaking hearts soon.  Hopefully not too much of her own.  Casey is just a budding leaf, light green and full of sunshine.  Not yet two, she whistles where she walks.  She brings me my glasses, phone and shoes every morning ready to help me greet the day.  She is my light and my fierceness.  Kaolin is my heart and my soul.  We've been walking by the light of the moon these days.