“A squirrel, a squirrel! Dere!” she pointed. She followed it with her eyes, traced it with her fingers on the window. She squealed. She demanded that I look.
There was a time not so long ago… or was it? Time is twisty and spiraling when you’re a parent, never a straight line.
There was a time when I looked at her and wondered, “When will you be your own person? When will you have your own thoughts?”