HIDE AND PEEKJanuary 15, 2014
It’s her turn.
I can cover her eyes with one hand, but I choose to block them instead of letting the weight of my palm rest on her face. Watching her squint her eyes closed with an ever so slightly crack in her lids as she peeks to see if I'm looking at her is what makes this game fun for me. She opens her eyes and screams because I’m still here and I assure her I always will be even though this moment doesn’t call for such deep thoughts, I seize the opportunity in hopes she subconsciously soaks it in.
Then it’s my turn again.
She instructs me to close my eyes and I do as I’m told. I can feel something sticky on the underside of her left ring finger, the one with the freckle where her knuckle bends; I mentally retrace her snacks and meals of the day assuming it’s the strawberry jelly she had earlier when she ran off before scrubbing her hands clean. I can smell the remnants of peanut butter from that same sandwich mixed with the faded scent of her baby lotion from a previous bath. I can hear the giggle she's holding in her cheeks like a chipmunk with a tree nut, trying with every bit of self control to save it for later only to give in almost immediately. I can see her smiling with my eyes closed. We could play this game forever, the back and forth of hiding and finding and sharing our smiles will never get old.
It's her turn again.