Moon Hollow

It has been nearly 4 months.

4 months of living out of boxes.

4 months of hating the messes but not being able to do a whole lot about it at the time.

4 months of planning lots of things for when the boxes were finally gone.

4 months too long.

And 4 months being nameless.

Which is kind of a big deal to me.  Because when you name something, it really truly belongs to you.  You grow to love it more.  You want to take care of it better, and more than that, when it has a name, it becomes a part of you.

We talked and discussed and argued and deliberated for 4 months.  No one liked the same name that someone else came up with.  No one wanted to concede their position.  I was really pushing for Songbird Corner because our bushes and trees are so full of birds and it is lovely, but Jeffrey thought it was too girly. And so we thought and our thinking lasted too long.  4 months too long.

When I got up with the baby, I would think about the name.  By the light of the moon, as I rocked her and fed her and sang to her I would think.  I would try different things out in my mind, but nothing really had that ring to it.  That ring that would make it stick.

And then, by the light of the moon, it came to me.

Moon Hollow.  

Because I have never been able to seen the moon so consistently from my bedroom window.  I have never had it constantly accompanying me those many sleepless nights with the baby.  Comforting me.  Protecting my toes from stubbing themselves on corners or toys or furniture by its light.  I look forward to the many evenings sitting out in the warm air, not needing our porch light because the moon light is enough.  Sitting out there with Jeffrey after the kids have gone to bed, just enjoying each other's company in the soft glow of the moon.

At Moon Hollow.

And it is perfect


Lisa said…
Oh I love it! You are so creative!

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