Big Girl

A little person in our life has learned a few more words since the last time I found a moment to write about her here, like around a thousand. She has begun attending yoga classes with Mommy on Tuesdays and Daddy on Fridays. In the former, she is in the same room with other moms and their young progeny. In the latter, she is in a room filled only with pre-schoolers and a pair of able instructors. I expected Annalee to hesitate, at least, the first time we went to the yoga center for our separate-but-simultaneous classes, but she did not. She walked into the space calmly with her eyebrows slightly raised with expectation. She was carrying a purple yoga mat, which she was instantly and profoundly fond of.

The post-class ritual is: A tiny chocolate provided by the yoga center, along with a small porcelain cup of water, followed by a visit to a fancy coffee joint for pumpkin bread and more water, followed by a trip to Whole Foods for pizza (and water). Only then do we shop for the day's family meal.

Last Saturday night, on a shopping trip to Whole Foods with the whole family, Annalee spied her yoga teacher and was full of joy about it.

I was full of joy with her.