Shooting Stars

This evening I was lying on the couch, proudly and carefully not taking a nap, when I felt something.

Something which I am pretty sure was my Lentil. Finally making her presence known.

(There was that time a few nights ago when I lay on my belly and it felt like she did a big flip... but it only happened once, so I'm still not sure... and another time when I felt a few tiny flutters down near my pubic bone...)

But this time felt like for real. Especially since I wasn't even thinking about her.

And I felt exactly like when I was a kid at summer camp, and we would sleep out in the apple orchard on the night of the meteor shower. Waiting, scanning the sky impatiently... then see that brief flash... and shouting,

"Whoa! Did you see that one?"

And then someone else asking piteously, "Where? I missed it!"

And then eagerly scanning the sky again, waiting and waiting, thinking urgently, "Do it again! Do it again!"

It was magic, just like that.

(And after a couple more nudges from my drowsy star, I am still waiting, impatiently.)