A clear thought cut through my morning fog while The Girlie was crawling around on our bed, generously sharing her wakefulness.
She is excited about every day: to do the same old stuff again, and yet to learn something important and new, too. She wants to love and be loved while she touches and tastes the whole world around her. In the course of the day, she’ll be very happy, and very sad, and then very happy again. She wants to move fast and move slow and grow, and she will be exhausted by the time it’s dark. And tomorrow, she’ll do it all again.
Once I was awake, she crawled to the edge of the bed, slowly sliding down until her bare feet touched the floor. Then she ran off into the day with me following close behind.