To the moon and back, I love you.

 To the moon and back, I love you.

A tiny child named Lily lived in a peaceful, small village surrounded by old, rolling hills and trees. Her heart was as big as the sky, and she was an intelligent, inquisitive youngster. She and her grandmother, whom everyone referred to as Nana, used to sit on her veranda every evening as the sun was setting. Together, they would gaze at the skies as Nana told her tales about the cosmos, including far-off galaxies, sparkling stars, and the enchanted moon that kept watch over them all night.

The moon was Lily's favorite thing. It was a soft-spoken, radiant companion who kept her company all night long. Above all, though,
She cherished Nana's nightly goodbyes, which included her famous quote, "I love you to the moon and back, my sweet Lily."

Lily questioned, "Nana, why do you always say you love me to the moon and back?" "One evening while they were seated next to one other.

Nana grinned, warmth crinkling her eyes. "My love for you is far deeper than the moon's distance, my dear. It's a metaphor for how infinite my love is for you, just like the cosmos."

Lily gave this some thinking, her tiny brain attempting to comprehend the depth of Nana's devotion. "But what if the moon disappears one day?" she questioned, a hint of concern in her voice.

Nana gave a little giggle.
"My love for you would remain, shining as brilliantly as ever, even if the moon vanished. Lily, love is not something that can be seen with the naked eye. It's an emotional response that you have. Whatever happens to the moon or how far away we are from one another, my love will always find its way to you."

Lily found it impossible to stop thinking about what Nana had said as she lay in bed that evening. She saw a world without the moon, a pitch-black sky devoid of any luminous companions to keep her company. However, as soon as she thought back to Nana's advice, a cozy warmth filled her chest. She was aware that love was all around her, no matter what.


Lily awoke the following morning with a goal. She was determined to let Nana know how much she appreciated her as well. She pondered the tales her grandmother had told her about astronauts who had made round-the-world space missions. Although Lily lacked a rocket ship, she possessed something as potent in her mind.

Lily worked all day to make Nana a unique present. She sketched an image of a little rocket ship traveling toward the moon, which was encircled by stars. She depicted herself and Nana inside the rocket, holding hands. She signed her name in her finest handwriting at the bottom of the photo: "I love you to the moon and back, Nana."
Lily gave her artwork to Nana that evening while the sun was setting and the stars were starting to shine. "This is for you," she said, her heartfelt eyes glistening.

After taking the photo, Nana looked at it, her heart exploding with love and pride. She said, "Oh, Lily, it's beautiful," and gathered her granddaughter in a cozy hug.
Nana pulled Lily close as they sat under the starry sky, whispering, "I love you to the moon and back, and even further than that."

At that moment, Lily realized that her world would always be illuminated by Nana's love, much like the moon does in the night sky, no matter where life led her.