I laughed. "You're a silly little five year old woman."
"I feel happy," she said. "Do you feel happy?"
I nodded, stepping back with her to view our work. "No streaks on this window. Good job, Katie Kat."
"Good job to both of us," she agreed. "Let's read a book to celebrate. But first let's finish making our soup. I'll carry the cleaner and you carry the rags."
Life moments. How many will I get with Katherynn? Moments to lick grape popsicles. Moments with chubby fingers dipped in frosting. Moments of tying blue ribbons into long golden strands of hair. Moments painting tiny pink fingernails. A limited number of moments.
Katherynn tucked bare toes against me and snuggled beneath the old blue quilt. "I like it best when it's just you and me and books."
I smiled into blue eyes, twinkling with the wonder of love and so fully awake to life.
"I like every moment when it's just you and me, Kat," I told her. "Every moment."
"Yes," she sighed, cuddling close. "Yes. Every moment. Now read."