The Supermoon

There was a moon out the other night ~ the same moon that we see almost every night. The sky was clear and this was the closest full moon approach since 1948 – a supermoon … but my astronomer husband wasn’t ‘super’ impressed.

In fact, he wasn’t going to take out the telescope at all!

I sort of had to beg him … with a pouty face and all. He said that the moon really would look no different – and that he would need to use a focal reducer on the telescope.

Luckily, my husband loves me ~ and here are the supermoon pictures. (He challenged me to find a difference between the ones we took last summer and these. I am bound to tell you that he was right, though; there wasn’t a difference.)

When I see the moon so close up – craters and holes and dark spots and all – the only thing I can think of is how beautiful it is.

The moon is like marriage, too. Marriage isn’t all brightness and light. It isn't always full of happiness. It isn’t easy. It isn’t always joyful either.  There are dark spots and holes and craters. Sometimes they seem almost too difficult to overcome, but, in the quiet of the night, when the moon illuminates the sky, the dark spots and the holes and the craters seem to fade into the brightness.

When the dust settles and I look at my husband, there is a comfort there – there is a freedom in knowing that I can be myself around him. He knows me better than anyone else. Nearly two decades on, he still gives me butterflies.

Like the moon, our marriage is the constant. My husband took out the giant telescope for me ~ because he loves me ~ and because the light of love shines far brighter than the smaller spots and craters of our marriage!

So, thank you to my husband, who indulged my 'need' to have the telescope out. Happy supermoon!