fireflies
Em was brushing her teeth yesterday evening and looked out the window.
“Fireflies!”
She was so excited. We went out and caught them in our hands, and then got a mason jar. We both poked some holds in the lid with a screwdriver. Em wanted to catch ten, but they kept trying to crawl out of the jar when the lid was opened, so I suggested we just catch three. We settled on four.
Em brought them in and went into her closet and closed the door. The fireflies didn’t want to light up. We opened a window and set them free. We’ll try again tonight, weather permitting, and maybe put a little grass in the bottom of the jar to make them feel more at home.
I told Em how my mother’s birthday is in June, and she always used to look at the fireflies as a happy sign that her birthday was coming.
It was a pleasant evening during a time when things haven’t been going so great for Em. Let’s hope it’s a corner turned.