Stuck in a Moment
My wife and I have been up late every night over the past couple of weeks or so for work-related reasons. Sleep has been in short supply, unfortunately. So we really haven't been able to stop and take stock of all the good in life. Apparently, there's a lot to be had. One just needs a moment to realize it.
My daughter woke around four this morning (the clock said three-something to my bleary myopic eyes) and decided she was not happy with her situation. Which is to say that she was stuck in a crib in her room while we were across the hall. She quickly made this known to us through a complicated, cryptic communication commonly called crying. Today was her turn, and sigh_ren was over moments later, though the communicaes continued unabated for the next ninety minutes, by which time I had finally gathered the necessary will to climb out of bed a bit earlier than usual.
Then her crying stopped.
I plodded through my usual toilet and began dressing for work. I walked to the hall closet next to the closed door of her room. After pulling out a dress shirt, I noticed a small hand making its way out from the crack between the door and the carpet below. It slowly extended towards my toe before taking hold. I knelt as I pulled on my shirt and held her hand. After a few minutes, she turned hers and clasped mine. Ten minutes passed, and I saw I was going to be late as I raced down the stairs. Not that I cared.
We all have our moments. I'd just had one of mine.