It is quiet. Wallace is napping and she and I are home together. She has taken a break from reading (okay, I admit, she is nearly finished with Harry Potter number five . . .) to sew something tiny in a corner of her room. As I sit next to her, I look up from my own project to see her snip off pieces of an old felted sweater. She loves to create tiny things, but she hasn’t made much with her hands since she fell in love with Harry Potter a few months ago. Was it only a few months ago?
She and I work in the warm morning silence for a golden hour. Later, when I think back, I realize that the peace of our time together shaped the whole day — giving me greater patience amidst the noise and chaos and messes . . . the joys of life with little people.