Journal Excerpt

She’s in a friendly, generous mood these days. She waves frantically whenever she can: to the cats when she first sees them every morning. To me if I’m in the kitchen while she’s eating in her high chair. To people walking down the street two blocks away, and to every dog she can find.

And she’s always giving me things, which I find particularly endearing. She figured out today that if she can manage to get me a book, I’ll read it to her, so she’ll grab a page and drag it along, sometimes scooting it in front of her if it’s a big book, and attempt to lift it and thrust it into my hands. In this manner we read through every single book in her collection this morning, starting with her favorite ones first. I’m always on the look-out for new, cheap books, more because I get bored than because she does.