There are some days when you find yourself at a new playground, running around chasing your kid, throwing your head back and screaming, just as she does, with glee, and then watching with a heart full of pride as she navigates the slide and then befriends a big girl, and you make a wordless friendship with a mother who opens up a pack of bubbles and bubble wands and a gaggle of babies are totally enchanted and their joy is so pure and true that you don't even mind the cold, and then you drink tea with a friend and feel warm, right to your bones.

And then, at night, you hold your girl long after she's fallen asleep and you listen to the rise and fall of her breath because these days are really everything that there ever was.

Erica Knecht5 Comments