I don’t know what it was, but Kathleen was in a chatty mood walking to daycare this morning. In the elevator and walking down the hall, she delivered a running commentary interspersed with laughs and giggles. I don’t know where it all came from, but I loved it. And it continued after we got there. She gave Miss Mae a bright smile and a big, two-handed wave.
It was so cute watching her crawl up and down that climber in the young toddler room. She was talking and squealing and giggling. She looked at me as she climbed the steps – rightfully proud of herself – then she turned around and pushed herself backwards down the ramp. She must have done this at least five times while I was there. She was doing it again when I finally had to leave. I could have watched her all day.
You wouldn't think it - not with an active almost-toddler taking every moment of our attention - but nearly a year gone now, the time while I was pregnant, the trip to the hospital, the labor, the birth . . . they feel like a dream now. It's like it all happened to someone else. Kathleen is such a huge and integral part of our lives, it's as if she has always been. Our life was never any other way but that way it is now. I like that. Still I miss the pregnancy and birth part, dream-like though it may be.
Next week starts the first year after our first full year with our girl. It's going to be another good year.
(See, I told you I'd probably be very introspective during the weeks preceding her birthday.)
No comments:
Post a Comment