Ok. She has already broken free from me. You are walking. Away from me. When we explore the neighborhood and stroll down our block. You run the other way. She walks down each of the paths of every house we pass. With a grin and naughty giggle. I run after her and she shrieks with delight when I catch her. Then she signs "more".
I'm working away from you, 4 days a week. So on those 4 days, this gives me about 2 hours in total to touch, smell, roll around, read to, discover, connect and laugh with you. Not enough time. Especially when at least one hour of that time involves choirs; diapers, bath, dinner, breakfast, bottles, tightening up the seat belt buckle and running after you.
I don't want to go anywhere; not to waste time driving. I don't want to take you for a walk; as it feels like I am pushing you away from me when all I want is look in to your brown eyes. So we play. And today we danced. It's the year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death and you helped me celebrate it by snapping our fingers to Billy Jean.
Then after I put you to bed (and my love, you are sleeping so well these days!!) I think about how you grew up today. And it amazes me how you are not quite a baby any longer...
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