For a year or two now my girl and I have been doing the “I love you all the way to the moon…” thing. You know, the tender bedtime whisper or the exuberant cuddly squeeze.
Though very soon it was clear the moon was not enough, so we branched out to the planets. We got further and further out, until eventually we ran out of planets. What do you do when you hit Pluto?
And then a few months ago, around about the time she turned five, she found a place we both love: “… the star beyond Pluto”. Surely there cannot be a greater distance in our Universe, and no greater love.
So on Christmas Day she gave me this picture. The solar system along with that precious star beyond Pluto.
“So you can remember, Mum.”
This kind of love? I don’t think I could forget.