It turns out that #1 is NOT bleary eyed in the morning like her mother, and she saw the coolest thing. Against the backdrop of a barely lit sky, on the top of two lamp posts on opposite corners, owls were perched. It was truly one of the most breathtaking experiences of my life. You could only see them in silhouette, and they were so still it reminded me of flag pole toppers. And then one stretched, spreading it's wings for a split second, then settling back into the perch.
But the best part? Hearing my 16 year old breathe, "Ooooh!" with wide eyed wonder, just like she did on Christmas Morning when she was a preschooler.