The way toddlers never do. The way adults do probably a little too much. It was whimsical and idyllic and entirely her own moment that I was lucky enough to witness.
And motherhood. It’s a downright dichotomy, the way the two of us shared a body and were literally inseparable until suddenly here she is: a revelation all the time. A house full of thoughts and feelings expressed by a huge amount of appropriately raucous moments that are sometimes interrupted by stillness and sometimes even sleep. I love her and I know her and I’m getting to know her all at once.
I realize this relationship between mother and daughter is not a new story, but God, it’s incredible that it’s our story.