she feels little standing beneath the night sky, looking up at the thousands of stars and galaxies off in the distance. it is cold and the moon is bright making the frost covered grass sparkle. she tells me she feels little in the moonlight, and i giggle to myself, because i havent felt to happy to be away in my life and with two of my favorite people in the world.. we pinky swear promise each other that we can and will be business partners someday. someday so that when we walk out of our own farm into the moonlight under the stars maybe we wont feel so little.

because maybe even though we are little compared to the great unknown and vastness of the stars, i think we can do great things.

i know we can do great things.

pinky-swear-kiss-my-thumb-promise.