Hangin' out for super moon

Hangin' out. Listening to Lucy's impromptu Gospel singing, Laura's lovely antics, Molly yelling about 'choking hazards' and C-Fizzle getting into our Sonic drinks. Its 823 and there is still NO moon. What is there (you may ask)? One minivan full of love and a priceless night of memories :-)

Lu is wearing a diaper bc we're "going to steal the moon" and she's an astronaut and they wear diapers.

Pray, hope and don't worry. ~ Padre Pio