Is that the sound I want to convey? In my ear it sounds like nuzzling. Then a cheek and a groggy giggle and a small blue eyeball right up against mine.
"Da-da, da-da, da-da." She's only one, but seems to know ...
Groggy giggle ... giggle, giggle. Blue morning dawn highlights her strawberry hair as it blurs back down into the pillows. More giggles in my massive embrace.
Worship seems playful; groggy giggles in morning twilight, tender awe resting in an embrace.
What begins in the waking bed with father and little one, moves to closet, then dress, then hat, then jeans under dress. The giggles become belly laughs and catch me if you can, always ending in an embrace. We are so in love.
By now the peeking sun is full throttle, shooting through the kitchen panes bouncing off of her little eyes. In her red hat she parades the kitchen calling my name and waving her hands. It's our own ballroom and we play in step, me from her; me to her ... me embracing her.
I hit play; she nods approval to the tunes and we dance some more. The music is vibrant and tender; just like she likes it. I pull her close, humming the tune in her ear. She draws close to hear more. And, in delight she rests her head on my chest as I dance her around the kitchen ... she is humming. I am crying. We are loving. We are embracing.
The waffles are bubbling out of the iron, the press is steaming with coffee. The music is lifting through the sunlight and we are caught in the euphoria of the aging dawn; coloring our lives with each other and giggling, and nuzzling ... and giggling some more.
Worship seems playful ... tender awe resting in an embrace.
