A few mornings ago I was sitting on the kitchen floor with my kids having breakfast. (Suddenly that seems like something I never would have done as a kid myself.) Yes, we were throwing etiquette out the window to enjoy our oatmeal and blueberries.
We were all clearly loving every minute of it, as my son rested peacefully in my lap while my daughter danced playfully beside us. She was somehow excitedly running in place and dancing simultaneously. Perhaps she’ll be a famous choreographer one day. Feeding her was quite a challenge since her mouth was a moving target. With each bite, she would slow down just long enough for me to get the spoon in her mouth, then she’d be off again doing her unique jig.
Our collective euphoria was making for a beautiful morning, when our bliss was suddenly interrupted by the approaching whine of what sounded like a prop plane. “Nrrrrrrrr…” We could hear the Doppler effect as the plane flew away from the house. Following a stunned moment of silence, my 20 month-old daughter ran to the door and peered up at the sky. With eyes wide and raised eyebrows she looked several times at me and pointed toward the sky. After a few moments, she returned to my side and as if to explain the whole situation to me, raised her hand into the air. With a sweeping motion of her hand above her head, she let out, complete with her own fading Doppler effect, a loud, “Noooooooooooooo…”. I live for memories like those…
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