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11.4.13

five and a half

Means that in the middle of the dark, black night, when the house is all the way to quiet and i am curled up with only a reading lamp on in bed (but still obviously awake, if silent), then a certain medium-sized Someone can wake up, come out from her bed, wander vaguely down the hall to the bathroom, turn on the light (dark black, remember,) get herself a cup and a drink of water, turn the light back off, pad softly back to bed, and go right on back to sleep, without peeking in or calling out or asking any five-and-a-half questions.

That you sing. You wake up in the morning and sing, to the dolls, to yourself, to the mermaids in the coloring book. Songs i have heard and songs that are brand new, new verses, old songs, you were singing The Neverending Story song in the streetcar, but today we sang:
My rhinoceros eats cabbage
Of every style and art
But you'll really notice it later
With the smell of rhinoceros fart.

That i want you to play forever. That i make compromises: okay, imaginative play with Barbies is still better than watching a movie. I want you to be a kid and not worry about things, i want to always be honest with you, but i want to keep you safe, and happy, and untarnished, and free. I want to give you the whole world, and i want it to be full of wonderful things and kind people. Honest to God i think it is full of wonderful things and kind people, which makes it a whole lot easier to send you out into it, to give you to the world.

Labels: milestones

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