Last night, I found myself chasing a beautiful moon—driving a little slower, craning my neck between stoplights, then parking my car and literally chasing the moon trying to capture the moment before it slipped away. Its soft glow filled me with awe and wonder, pulling me backward in time, to a tiny nursery painted in the gentlest shade of sky. Above the crib hung a Hey Diddle Diddle print, the cat with the fiddle smiling down while the cow leapt forever over the moon.
My son and I shared so many wonderful moments in that room—lullabies and laughter, midnight feedings and sleepy smiles. I didn’t know then how those small hours would weave themselves into the man you’ve become: a kind, gentle soul who moves through the world with light in his hands.
Last night’s moon reminded me that while years pass and cribs give way to intellectual pursuits, marriage and a meaningful career in medicine, some things never fade—the joy, the pride, the endless chasing of the light.
So here is my prayer for you, my son: may you always find the moon just ahead of you, may your hands never grow tired of carrying kindness, and may the One who hung the stars keep guiding your steps.
Happy 30th birthday. You’ve always been my joy. Love you to the moon and back!
Smitten With Goodness 