Today is my first day back with Zo after nearly two weeks. Right before I took her upstairs for a nap, we ended up sitting on the couch together. We weren't playing a game or reading a book. We weren't tickling or counting or singing a song. We were talking. Just talking.
She doesn't really speak English but that's still what we doing - talking. We talked about her mom's pregnancy, how I feel about this summer, how I feel about money, how I feel about men. And as ridiculous as I knew it was, to be telling all this convoluted and complicated stuff to a two year old, she listened so sincerely.
Then we went upstairs, changed her diaper and lay down for a nap. Right before she fell asleep she reached out and held my arm for a second. Then she rolled over and was out.
I've missed her a lot these past two weeks.
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