She climbed onto the bed her mother and I use to collapse in at
the end of every day. She took full advantage of her two
year old limbs and the loose sheet as a rope to help her over the side until
she landed face first on the mattress.
Almost immediately she was on her feet with her arms over her head much
like the congratulatory stance one would take after conquering the climb of a
tall mountain and then she jumped. She
jumped again making sure all ten of her tiny toes left the surface of the bed
before crash landing in the maze of wrinkled linens created by her leaps. She squealed with excitement, a smile took over her face and a laugh
rumbled up from her belly… perhaps she’s never been happier than in this moment. Maybe the same is true for me.