Sunday, December 14, 2008

A Grandpa Moon

Whenever I see a beautiful full moon I think of my Grandpa Ridd. He loves the moon. When I was a little girl I remember going outside and checking for the moon. If it was a full moon we would run inside and call Grandpa. Well, the other night I was taking out the garbage and I looked up and saw one of the most beautiful full moon's ever and my thoughts went right to Grandpa. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it's the best I could get at the time! I love you Grandpa!

1 comment:

Eva Persson said...

You are correct, it was one of the most beautiful moons ever. The night sky reminds me of my mother, as she would show us some of the constellations. I love the full moon. [My cats get really crazy during full moons.]