"As Eleanor grew, her grandpa
taught her to love the moon.
They observed full moons,
waning crescents,
waxing crescents,
and tiny slivers.
Some months,
they were lucky enough
to see two."
It is one of the things that makes my heart happy as a Nona whose granddaughters live so far away. I look up at the moon and know that they are seeing exactly the same thing I am seeing on any given night (providing that the skies cooperate). It is a warm, loving feeling!
When Eleanor is born at the time a spectacular harvest moon graces the night sky, her grandfather holds her in his arms and makes her a promise.
“No matter where I am, we will always share the moon.”
Together, they share countless moons. Night and after night and season after season, the two find a way to keep their eyes on it. Sometimes, Eleanor could even see an outline in the sunny daytime sky. She and Grandpa both do their best to be the one to see it first.
When her mom gets a new nob, and the family must move, Eleanor is heartbroken. The distance is too far; she will miss her grandpa every day in every way. It is hard for her to see the nighttime spectacle from her bedroom window in the city lights. No matter where she looks around her, something reminds her of the moon, and her beloved grandfather. Oh, how she misses him.
The two work hard to help each other overcome their shared sadness ... pictures, letters, and always time to look for the moon that connects them. It is a constant reminder of the love they share.
Lovely atmospheric illustrations add to the allure.
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