I'm making chicken fajitas for dinner when I notice Amelia is throwing herself against the door in our living room, desperately rattling the knob, swinging herself back and forth against the frame, trying to get outside.
Bird, what are you doing?
I'm trying to get outside! I need to say hello to the sky!
So I let her out, or course. It is getting dark and it's 29 degrees. She has bare feet, of course.
She stands on the porch yelling at the sky.
Hello sky, good morning, good night!
Hello geese, fly away to South America!
Goodbye sky, goodbye leaves.
Aven, never one to be left out, stands beside her yelling Dadoo, Dadoo, Dadoo!
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In just over a month, I will turn 30. I keep thinking of the Talking Heads song; "You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?"
There are times this question is more easily answered than others.
Standing on the porch with my daughters,
saying hello to the sky,
is one of the easier times.