It Is So

Tonight, while at the home of family friends, baby turned when her mom said “turn” (baby was dancing at the time). This is different from reciting Romantic poetry on-stage, but it does represent the fairly rapid unfolding in baby’s cognitive ability that we’ve been seeing of late. She has, in a similar vein, been bringing books to daddy, with the tacit agreement that any time she does so I will stop whatever I’m doing (usually practicing guitar) and read as many books as she likes (usually between one and six, though sometimes more and sometimes less). It’s sad the way I yearn for proof of my daughter’s intelligence, because I shouldn’t need the narcissistic fuel and because I shouldn’t need a reason to celebrate her. But the truth is that she is bright, and it’s fun, and a blessing, that it is so.