The Little Things

We're in the midst of a "Free Willy" festival at our house that started last night and gives every indication of ending two or three years from now. Tonight at dinner, Annalee kept saying "Dada" and pointing upstairs -- where, it turned out, she wanted to show me some of her new favorite movie. We sat down on the dog's bed together, where the family watches a fair amount of what TV and movies we watch, and Annalee's arm started making flipper movements mimicking the orca on the screen. I could be wrong, but I was pretty sure she had no idea what her arm was doing. Either way, her arm moved around and around and up and down for at least ten seconds, and seeing it felt like the most important thing that has ever happened to me.