May 22, 2012
The partially eclipsed sun shines through a pair of pinyons at the Grand Canyon.
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Months ago they told me we had to see it. “Mom!” said my youngest daughter, “Dad says there will be an eclipse over Lake Tahoe on May 20. He’s invited us to go!” she insisted, begging with her sweet, brown eyes. “I can drive,” said my eldest, “I’ll have my permit.” “No way, girls,” I shook my head, “Just no way,” I said with finality, thinking of the lost weekend, the family complications. “But Mom...you don’t want us to miss it,” said my youngest. Could I make them miss it? Hadn’t I always told them to accept life’s adventures?