Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Butterflies

As Nyobi grows, her personality exerts itself.  She is definitely a unique character.  She lives with reckless abandon, but she also lives in her own world.  She will phase out and stare at an ant colony for ten minutes, barely moving a muscle.  Then the next moment she zips sideways and finds the only puddle deep enough to soak her sneakers.

Last evening, we asked her to go get her blanket and lovey out of her room.  She took a couple steps down the hallway, tiptoe hopped faster for the length and then paused in front of the mirror at the end.  Cocking her head to one side, she spoke to her reflection, gave it a blown kiss, then flopped over on the ground.  She lay there on her back, arms crossed on her chest, humming to herself for over a minute. 

"What are you doing?"  Her dad asked when she turned to look at him. 

"Daddy!"  she said then,  and raced down the hallway to give him a hug.  I went and retrieved her lovey and blanket. 

I really want to know what goes on inside her head,  but I am afraid mine will explode in an overabundance of butterflies.  They will float out with all my thoughts for the last ten years. 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

treasure those children!

wendy said...

Butterflies are GOOD!