My husband is out of town for the weekend. He drove 3 hrs east to meet up with a couple of friends to go fly fishing. Which means I am home for the weekend with two kids, two dogs and a cat. And like I always say--the cat is no trouble!
Anyway, I usually get to sleep in on Saturday mornings while he takes care of the kids and deals with the dogs. I never take care of the dogs if he is around. After all, they are not my dogs! But, at 3:30 am last night, I heard the whimpering and whining from one 10 month old German short haired pointer. Ugh. I just wanted to ignore her and go back to sleep but the whining was relentless. I shuffled out of bed and down stairs to let Lilly outside. She mauled my hand and danced over to the sliding glass door. While she was in the yard, I gazed up to the sky. It was pitch black. All I could see were millions of stars sparkling against a black velvet sky framed by the tall oak trees that surround our house. A beautiful sight to behold in the still of the night. If my eyelids hadn't been so heavy, I think I could have stood there the rest of the night.
There is something calming and comforting that star gazing brings to me. It reminds me of being a kid driving back from South Arkansas after a visit with the grandparents. We always drove back late so the stars would be out. I remember gazing up through the car's back glass at the beautiful stars while wondering what is really out there. I am one of those people that would jump at the chance to go to space. I've always been filled with wanderlust.
I also remember lying outside in the summer night with my dad and sister looking up at the stars and watching for shooting stars. We had a storm cellar that was perfect to lie on. It seemed like we were out there really late but to a 5 year old it probably didn't have to be late to feel that way. I would try to peer through my dad's binoculars not knowing how to use them properly.
Well, my eye lids won out and I called Lilly back in. I shuffled back upstairs and crawled into bed. I wasn't upset from the interruption of sleep, but rather felt like I had witnessed a magical dream.