I am sitting in my bed, watching GMA and catching up on emails and some writing jobs. My daughter rushes into my bedroom, in full winter gear, giant pink LL Bean book bag strapped to her back. I hear the bus pulling up outside.
“Shayna, baby, the bus is here! What are you doing up here?”
“I need a tissue for Bethy [neighbor girl]! QUICK!”
I throw some Kleenex at her and she rushes (well, bounces) back out, shouting “LOVE YOU” as she flies down the stairs.
Then I hear her bouncing back UP the stairs.
Her little face, framed in her little pink hat covered by her little pink hood on her coat, pops around the frame of my bedroom door. She pursed her little pink lips and blew me a kiss.
“I didn’t wanna go without a kiss!” she breathed.
I blew her a kiss back and got the smile that lights up my world.
She turned, flew back down the stairs, gone.
In that moment I realized how freaking fast this is all going.