She gives everything hugs.
Blankets, dolls, a toy piano, her daddy. She cuddles everything close to her. She’ll even tuck her doll in with a blanket and pat him.
Her wide-mouth giggles when we tickle her make me giddy. She likes to try to tickle back, which makes me laugh even harder. Her nose crinkles, as it has since she was mere months old, and I can’t help but draw her close to me.
When it seems that my heart cannot hold any more, I see her smile, her serious thinking “fishy” face, even a pout, and I fall deeper in love.
I bought new jeans on Tuesday night. My new stay-at-home gig and Blissdom coming up and those still hanging around pounds were all demanding a classy pair of denim I could wear all the time. My most recent favorite pair I managed to get bleach on, and they’re also losing buttons. While there’s no way I will stop wearing them, I thought something slightly less worn would be nice for the conference.
Yesterday morning, Mom, Libbie, and I went to Panera for lunch. Walking from the car to the restaurant, I tripped, carrying Libbie, and landed hard on my right knee. And tore my brand-new jeans the first time I wore them.
It seems that I’m always falling lately. No control, I lay back and let life carry me. To the concrete, to the deep place in my heart, to a new city.