Shes' right here next to me, wearing the same onesie with the rocket ships and moons that she has been wearing for the past two days, under the hoodie I brought home for her from the University. She's sort of just doing her thing, swinging her legs and looking around, jamming to the music that's playing from the tinny-sounding speakers under the computer.
She slept in today. She woke up without tears and crawled out of bed all on her own. From the doorway she stared at us, wide-eyed and alert, her voice hoarsely asking: Da-da? Da-da?
I ran my hands through her hair, telling her that she should do something with such a beautiful head of hair but she only snatches her head back and frowns at me: "No." Shakes her head and furrows her brows: "No."
I'm leaving soon.
It's a difficult fact to come to erms with sometimes. Knowing that she'll be here and I'll be away and that's soet of the way things are. I will definitely look forward to the summer but who knows if Mariana and mama-bear might just come over for a visit. Who knows.
I just wonder which teeth sahe'll be working on or which words she'll have added to her growing voacbulary. I wonder if I'll have grown closer to being that adult I speak so little of and make vague promises about.
Cross yourself he's coming. Be humble, Henry.
She's on the tippiest of tippy toes exploring cabinets and drawers throughout the house. I need to go enjoy these final hours because they'll have to last me what seems like a lifetime before I can refresh them.
