The other day I stepped on a toy and it hurt. I got a flash of the future with Lego men piercing the bottom of my foot.
I can’t sit (or stand) still. Whether she’s in my arms or not, If I’m standing, I’m swaying. If I’m sitting, I’m jiggling my knee.
I make the goofiest faces for her. I use the sappiest voice with her. When she blows raspberries at me, I spit right back. When people talk to her, I talk back using the first person for her. Even though I know these things are annoying.
I have an increased vocabulary of terms useless to the rest of my life:
I somehow have no time. For anything. Not for phone calls, not for doing the dishes, not for showering. But I have unlimited time to sit on the floor and hand back toys.
There are innumerable nicknames for Elena, most of which I only dare endear her with when we’re alone, because they are that goofy.
I love her so much..my cup overfloweth.