dancing

My baby likes to dip, ballroom-style, and fling her arms over her head.

I remind myself:

It has not been very long really since she was just the vaguest suggestion of a person, this girl shuffling over hardwood floors, sweet potatoes smeared around her mouth. Every laugh a brand-new joy.

Her only imperative is Grow.

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