i owe so much to this child, this six year old girl who helped me get through a whole entire day without feeling shitty once. and even though i don't know quite what it was, whether it was her laughter or her larger than life imagination or just her positive energy, it doesn't matter. chances are, it was all of that and more. it was waking up to her squeals of excitement, it was crawling around on my hands and knees, it was hiding under the table from the "bear", it was running and skipping down the KVR, it was her tiny fingers sticking butterfly stickers to my face, it was drawing with chalk, our hands dusty and multicoloured, it was the weight of her head on my shoulder on the car ride home, it was her arms wrapped around me as i carried her inside, it was the little bits of ice cream she spilled on the couch, it was her sticky kid hands on my cheeks, it was her tiny body curled up on the sofa, it was her loud yawns as she said "i'm not tired" and her smile as i tucked her in to bed. it was all of this and more.
and now i'm left wondering, what is it about a kid that can leave me feeling so refreshed and whole, so alive. what is it about this six year old that can make me laugh until my stomach hurts and my cheeks ache. and she has no idea how much she has helped me, she doesn't know that by just being her wonderful self that she has helped me more than most people ever could.
