my daughter loves to bring me my shoes when it’s time to go out.
she loves to open the refrigerator door and pull out random things she says she’s going to use for lunch.
she hovers while i’m getting ready in the morning to be sure she doesn’t miss the magical moment when the lip gloss comes out.
she sings happy birthday the second a match appears.
she talks to me through the wall from her room once she’s down for the night and in her crib.
and it’s during those times that we’re laughing at each other through the walls from different rooms that i realize she is growing up quite quickly.