Energy

Today baby petted both the family dogs, drank water from a sippy cup, walked far and wide in the house; read a book with her dad; laughed a few dozen times; smiled more than that; took a spin around the neighborhood in dad’s arms (during the last few minutes before mom came home from work); put a tiny purple sock in the sound hole of dad’s guitar (it’s in there still); climbed to the top of the printer (closely supervised by dad), which has been lying on the floor since the move; emptied dad’s wallet of its credit cards, photos, and money; ditto mom’s wallet; walked to the windows to look out at the world several times; and took side-trips during her foot travels to grab quick hugs from both mom and dad. She had a day.

Tiny Dancer

Baby dances with her feet, hands, arms, legs, eyes, ears – and everything else. She wiggles, bounces up and down on strong legs (to the point of doing deep knee bends), nods her head to the beat, and connects to music the way God intended. She begins dancing the moment she hears music (on TV, on the stereo, played by dad on his guitar, or sung by mom, dad, or the two of us together). Sometimes it seems she begins to dance before the music actually starts, so keen is she to connect to this dimension of spirit. If anyone ever comes asking “Were there signs that she would be musical,” I will have to say there were.