Animal noises filled the air as we read a shelf full of books about monkeys and lions and dogs. We howled like hyenas before exploding into balls of laughter because we’re silly, too. We played with all of the cars, trucks, and trains, driving them over every surface in the house: up the leg of the dining table, along the back of the couch, across the smooth kitchen floor and bumpy carpet in the living room, noticing that the wheels turn faster in some places than others. We made sounds for them too: Vroom! Honk! Beep! Choo-Choooo! Rumble-rumble-rumble! We visited a friend and listened to a very old music box using our hands to feel the vibrations of its songs; then, we danced to the ones we heard on the radio.
Outside we observed a
particular tree very closely. We felt the texture of the bark, we
smelled the sticky sap. We crumbled up a pine cone into the dirt and even
watched a line of ants travel up the trunk of our tree.
Finally, we landed on the kitchen floor for a snack of blueberries and
milk. I suppose we were in a picnic sort of mood. After we ate, I said,
“Let’s clean up our mess so Mommy doesn’t have to when she comes home!”
We both stooped down to clean the floor. While I was wiping up
blueberry juice, I felt the softest, little arms wrap around my neck and
the weight of the most precious head lean against my shoulder. Then,
the sound of one of the sweetest voices in the whole world to me, “I wub
“I love you too, Colby.”
My cup runneth over.