"Julia, Do you hear that?"
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
"What do you hear?"
Her, "It's waning."
Me, "Your right it is."
We wedge ourselves into the narrow space between the window and bed.
We sing songs.
(this would be the "so" in "Jesus Love Me So.")
We talk about the rain.
"Yup, I'm for real Julia this is rain."
We warm our feet on the vent.
Julia leaves to grab her reinforcements. Blanket. Paci. Stool.
We munch on cashews.
Draw on the window with cashews.
We snuggle and talk about the rain.
Oh, how I love these moments, savoring the simple times with my girl.