14 months. And counting.

i was shaving this morning, as i do every monday before work. i was rushing a bit. calvin had already left for the hospital and our little gal was perched in her highchair.

one of the few benefits of a tiny apartment is the convenient proximity of everything inside. she can eat her breakfast while i shower and get ready, each of us able to see the other throughout. as my blades seem to slightly pull, i could sense that a powerful silence came over the apartment. i turned and looked at my daughter, smushed berries spread about on her tray and dripping from her cheek. she was staring so intently at me, at my shaving, at my smooth, quick stroking and the immediate rinsing. i froze. in that moment, it was as if i could feel her growing up right in front of me.