I never see a bright gorgeous moon that it doesn’t take me back to an early morning many years ago.

I had to leave the house really early one morning and took our oldest son Matthew, about 3 years old, with me for a trip from Austin down to Houston.

Our second son, Michael, had arrived not too long before so it was a way to help my wife out.

As we turned to head east the moon was just shining ever so bright. Matt was not in a very good mood, mostly from being awakened so early. To get his attention off of things a bit I said “Look Matt, look at that pretty moon”. To which he said “Daddy dat moon ain’t purty”.

Soon thereafter he had fallen asleep, perhaps dreaming of a Purty Moon.