It’s a Sunday morning. Sunshine streams in through the windows, the ceiling fan circles lazily above us.
Both my girls are morning people. I assure you they did not inherit this trait from me, but even so I try to soak up these moments even if I’m not quite ready for the day.
Rowenna comes in, hair tousled and her pajamas rumpled. She comes to my side of the bed. Pats me on the cheek. Looks me in the eyes, pats again, and leans in for a kiss on the top of her head. She climbs into bed and starts to bounce.
Afton is enthralled by her big sister. Her gaze shifts from me to Rowenna, locked in on this person full of movement and mirth. Rowenna laughs and chatters and bounces, pausing occasionally to make sure Afton is watching. Afton begins to shriek and laugh, inspiring Rowenna to bounce higher and laugh louder.
After a while, Rowenna leans over to Afton and kisses her head. Rowenna turns to smile at me, then hubby, then back to Afton, and holds out her arms for a hug. I rest Afton on Rowenna’s arms, and it’s a quick squeeze before Rowenna is back to bouncing.
The sunlight falls across Rowenna’s face and she pauses briefly, eyes squeezed shut, to soak it in. She is my golden child, my sunshine girl. My heart bursts to see her joy and her love so freely given.
It’s a moment straight from my dreams. When we decided to have another child, this is the morning I pictured as I rubbed my growing belly and thought of the future. Siblings – sisters – enjoying each other. Burgeoning senses of humor, true enjoyment of each other, and love already deeply rooted with years and years to grow.
This is my golden moment. The one I touch on during a less-bright moment and I need the reminder that things are going to be ok.
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