Go Seize Your Moment Tonight

Momservation: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take your breath away. ~ favorite quotes #12

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Me and my baby girl watching the 2015 Perseids meteor shower together

I had a take-your-breath-away moment with my daughter last night. It will be etched on my brain forever—those memories you’ll pull up as a measure of just how good life is.

But guess what?

The opportunity to seize a magical moment like mine for yourself is happening again tonight—but you have to willing to sacrifice some sleep for it.

Trust me, it’s worth it.

Tonight is the peak of the Perseids meteor shower. This annual August shooting star light show in the Northern Hemisphere has become my can’t-miss celebration of summer since I became aware of it about a decade ago.

At its peak tonight, Wednesday, August 12, between midnight at 4 a.m. if you look to the northeast you could see up to 100 shooting stars an hour steaking across the sky both bold and faint (depending on the light pollution of where you’re at).

One amazing year we were camping with friends in the Sierras at the peak of the Perseids with a panoramic view of the inky black sky only offered away from civilization. There were two dozen of us, children and adults, lying on our backs staring up at the sky framed by the forest treetops with the sound of the lake lapping at our feet. And in that moment when we were gasping in delight every few minutes at the universe’s annual summer fireworks display I knew we had seized magic.

I got to be a magician again last night.

Wanting to get a preview of the Perseids last night (the meteor show starts mid-July increasing in frequency until it reaches its August peak) I got up past midnight to sneak a peek. For years I’d tried to nudge my family awake to join me, but after some lackluster years due to our obstructed city viewing and light pollution, it had become my personal summer celestial moment.

This time my 14-year old daughter was still awake and invited her to join me. To my delight, she accepted. And as we snuggled together under a blanket on the pool deck staring up at the night sky, the annual light show (benefitted this year by a waning moon) didn’t disappoint.

We talked for hours, a deep connection made as we laid in awe under the mysterious, unfathomable vastness of the universe. But the magic touch, the sprinkling of what certainly must have been spiritual pixie dust, was when we would both suck in our breaths before oohing and ahhing at each blazing meteor, knowing together, in that moment, we were witnessing something amazing.

And in that moment, with my teenage daughter’s head nestled on my shoulder, I knew life was good. Very, very, good.

Go get your moment tonight.



One comment

  1. Dad says:

    A serendipity night with a kaleidoscopic sky and a VERY special teenager made a magical memory. Well, maybe not very serendipitous; if you hadn’t always seen wonderment in the night sky’s canvas, neither would my grandkids.

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