Morning

We were up early this morning. N had some homework. I made some hot-apple-oatmeal for breakfast. 

We had a pleasant moment by the front door as she zipped up her backpack and we both said to have a good day. She bubbled outside, and sort of skipped, sort of ran, down the front steps. 

I can’t say why I stayed there, in my flannel pajamas, watching her through the glass pane of the closed door. But I did. She crossed the busy street. And then swept her arms in a series of wide arcs. She was blowing kisses into the morning air. 

Not because she saw me standing there but just because life was too sweet to do anything else.