When Short Stack was less than 2, with a vocabulary under 50 words, she learned to blow kisses.
And one winter night at bedtime she was gazing at the stars out her window. She smiled, brought the pinched fingers of both hands to her eyes and burst them out toward the sky. She laughed, facing the glass with open palms.
She had blown kisses, with her eyes, to the stars.
I still don’t have words to express that feeling more eloquently.