This afternoon I snuck into her bed in time to watch her wake up from a nap, with a giggle in a dream. “Mommy, I thought you were here.” Read a tall stack of books from the dresser before we got up. Strung beads into bracelets and checked them glowing in the dark of her closet. Wore pajamas and dress up clothes out to pick up drive through dinner. Splurged on happy meals. Did an exercise video together. Giggled. Read haikus we memorized and recited in our best poetry voices before going to bed.
A tree can’t reach
for a glass