Call in the troops.
Because the troops?
They make everything better.
I mean, look at them . . .
. . . right?
They make everybody feel better.
They make *me* feel better.
They run like the wind . . .
. . . and make it look easy.
Plus? Rocks.
So thankful for these troops . . .
. . . Happy Birthday, dude.
And as for you Super Moonie . . .
. . . you who looks so generously and gorgeously upon us . . .
. . . you who keeps an eye on things down below . . .
Keep looking after us down here, okay?
We sorely need your help.
Amen!
ReplyDeletelooks like you found the best and brightest troops to go along with the biggest and brightest moon!
Love your upbeat blog Ellie. Sorry I haven't responded to yours, Beth and Jacquie.
ReplyDeleteThe only way I could deal with this whole election disaster was a News blackout.
I neither read nor listened to a word, and I'm slowly recovering.
We will survive...
love, mom
Super cuties! I've been loving that big fat moon, too.
ReplyDeleteXoxo
Jacquie
I just did handstands on a super moon-lit beach in Poipu this super moon night. (In a dress, no less).
ReplyDeleteFeeling grateful.
Super moon so super that there were 7 turtles on the beach. That's some serious pull! (Or maybe they are here all the time, what do I know).
Turtles know what to pay attention to.
xo
b