Too much soap, too little water and one small window before sundown…washing our blues away.
At least we are trying. I don’t think it is that easy for me. I worry that the kids might have inherited my predisposition for depression. I watch them for signs. I see Gemma’s anxiety over issues and quick tears and it is like looking into a mirror of my own childhood. But this little birdie? She is just the happiest thing in our family. Even when she gets upset, the laughter is just under the surface.
Shoes on the wrong feet? Who cares? As long as she can keep skipping around she does not even stop to change them. I hope life is always that easy for her to accept.