Sunday, May 16, 2004

Watching Willow

Cut grass and cool shade at the school's first annual pig roast. My daughter in the short distance bravely dips her hand, then her arm, in the long trough of icewater. She brushes against a floating soda can, watches it bob down and back up to the surface, like her duck in the bath. Her shimmering eyes reflect everything I feel when I want to figure out how something works, and I think so this is what it looks like on the outside, this feeling of wanting to know, to explain, to understand.

Then the moment passes, and the world speeds back up to normal again.

It's funny how the shortest moments make the strongest memories; we were only at the sparsely-attended Sunday fleshfest for ten minutes or so. But later, we walked in the twilight woods, weary girl held to my ribcage; dripped orange juice popsicle on the couch, imitating Beeker's mimimimi in high pitched voices, giggling; had a second wind, a prolonged bedtime, back and forth between mommy watching houses on tv in the bedroom, daddy watching bugs on tv in the den. And later, these will be what has faded.

It's been a long Sunday, but it will be a longer week without her. Three weeks and counting to graduation.

posted by boyhowdy | 8:54 PM |

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