May 25, 2011
This is the look she gives me right before she takes her biggest jump off the bed into my arms. There is so much reckless abandon, more in her little finger than my entire body…and she jumps over and over again, right into love.
Lately, I have been laying in bed long enough to watch her method and take notes. Sort of checking out on the most pressing responsibilities…instead, discovering the dust bunnies in the corners of the stairs, watching sun flower sprouts pop through the dirt, going about half speed…kind of paralyzed and lost but in a very good way.
I don’t think much can happen until we are quiet, until there nothing left to do but be still, watch, wait for your own big jump.