In the morning, James climbs up into our bed and puts his head next to mine. He doesn't want to get dressed quite yet, so he picks the longest game he can think of - the alphabet game.
"A is for...apple! What's next, Mommie?."
"B", I say. "As in 'Be quiet, I'm sleeping!'"
"Funny Mommie," he says, then keeps going until halfway through the alphabet, when he gets to L.
"L. Hmmm. L. Lalala, how about, L is for Alto!"
I swing him off the bed and carry him upside down and giggling to breakfast, wondering how many more mornings we have where he'll still be small enough for me to whoosh him around like a small boy, how big he already is to be able to play with words, and how these moments I must remember.
If I'm not working or hanging out with our 10 year old while a bouncy 5 year old dances around us, there's a good chance I'll be hammering away on our piano, reading a book or trying to sketch. I live in Prague, Czech Republic and hail from the U.S. South.