Delight

While I continue to claw through my strange morass of self-discovery, J is conversely lost in a world of unending delight.

When informed that school would be delayed by two hours this morning, she was beside herself with excitement. The prospects for crafting over two whole hours was almost more than she could take. What? Why didn't I let her sleep in? Silly you. She was awake at 6:30 when I peaked in - had already used the bathroom, donned her bathrobe (along with a fancy new headband), and was sitting on her bed with the flashlight, making shadow animals on the wall.

It is now 7:55, and she has accomplished the following:

- Eaten a half bagel and gotten dressed
- Opened, learned about, played with and cleaned up all components relating to her new Crayola Glow Board (thanks cousins Rachel and John)
- Played with and cleaned up Bendaroos
- Concocted an elaborate game with her kitchen set, My Little Ponies and the giant plastic ball purchased recently at Target
- Established an 'apartment' in the basement next to the bookshelf and dress-ups cabinet. What goes on in that apartment is a mystery, but it involves hushed narration as far as I can tell.

I now have to hop in the shower to get ready for a meeting downtown, but am longing to sit silently and watch her all morning, to absorb her sunny energy (and, ok, occasionally smooch on her smooth 6-year-old cheeks). She has been my link to the light at the end of the tunnel of late, and in her presence I am happy and calm. Here's to snowy mornings and sunshine indoors.