She'll be five next month. She stood in the doorframe of our bedroom closet where I mark the kids' heights, practicing for her new tally mark next month. But where's my four-and-three-quarters mark? she asked.
"It doesn't work that way, love. You get one mark per year."
So she stood anyway, just to see. She's as tall as her sister's six year mark.
(If we ever move from this house I will take a crowbar to that door frame. That piece of molding comes with me.)
She brought me a gift last week from the playground. These are for you, Mama! I found these cactuses in the grass and I saved them for you! Cacti not being native, to my knowledge, to Maryland flora, I inspected them dutifully. When it was time to go I slipped my seed pods in my pocket.
They're sharp and omnipresent, keeping a gentle eye on me. So it is with love sometimes.