Yesterday, we set off on adventure. I just woke up with the feeling that we needed to do something special, just us. The stars seemed to align as we easily found a parking place, spotted a giant rubber ducky on the roof and walked along hand in hand towards our destination, the children's discovery museum.
I love this age, when the pigeons in the courtyard and the stairs between exhibits are as fascinating and brain-growing as the museum itself.
Her eyes widen in fear as planes fly overhead. Her voice squeaks with excitement as birds suddenly descend all around us. Her head is quickly directed upward as she watches a ball make its way through a bumbling maze. She picks up a paintbrush wet and heavy with the paint of children that have come before her. As she runs her brush across the white canvas it's like magic before her eyes as it instantly changes colors.
She takes it all in and it's as if she is growing into a little girl before my very eyes.
Some days, I am distracted with email checking, blog reading, chore list making, even though physically I am right next to her. But not yesterdat. Yesterdat I found myself soaking up each minute and marveling at how this child that I birthed, seemingly just yesterday, is now talking, walking, exploring and making art.