her heart

Jordan carefully lays her blankets out on the living room floor. She pulls the edges and corners tight so that there are no wrinkles. She pesters me for a pillow, so I fetch her mine. Hers is in the bedroom, and Tennyson is sleeping. She lays for a while, watching tv, and then she gets up and starts running. She runs in circles around the blankets on the floor. I tell her to calm down, she responds by informing me that she has to run because the monsters are chasing her. I go back to my book. Eventually she comes to stand beside me. I put my arm around her in a hug. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing quick. I can feel her heart beating in her chest. I take her hand and lay it over her heart. "Do you feel that?" She nods, eyes wide. I don't think it's occurred to her that there are things going on inside her. "That's your heart." Her big blue eyes widen more, a smile plays at her lips. "My heart?" I nod. "It goes faster when you run around like that." She leaves me then, and begins running. Two laps, then she stops to feel her heart for a minute. She runs again, and stops again, feeling her little heart beating under her hands. Life is amazing.

Comments

Heather said…
They are so amazing at that age!!
Q&L said…
I can just picture her running - stopping - running - stopping...she makes me laugh!
Ange said…
That's such a great story. I can picture it too! So incredibly cute!

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