Letter to my firstborn
on our birthday week
“The moon is waning in Virgo,” I said, clicking on the moon phase light an aunt got you for Christmas. “That’s your moon tonight.”
“The moon is closing up?” You asked me, clapping your hands together then opening them back up like you could cup water or the snowballs we made this week or your baby sister’s tiny head.
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes,” your dad said, tu…