Tall sister

Tall sister sprints pink across the crunch-leaf grass, no emergency of tears across her cheeks but surely something important demands her legs to spin that fast.

I brace myself for something four-year-old tragic requiring a jolt of attention and superhero action from this momma.

Tall sister hip pops the door, announcing her entrance.

My eyebrows wake-up, “What is it?”

“Mommy, mommy! I can touch my nose with my tongue!”

Relief deflates my chest, thankful that this time only life discovery brings her sprinting. I crane my neck, my eyebrows still do the talking, “Show me.”

And with dirt under jagged chipped polished fingernails she takes her young hand to her tongue, pushing it belly up toward the button of her nose, proud as proud can be that indeed, she can touch her nose with her tongue.

At that I give my eyebrows a break, momma pride beam my cheeks wide, “Awesome!”

Tall sister swings the door closed, legs already half sprinting back toward her friends, and I hear the delight filled glory of her voice as the now shut door muffles the words that my heart never stops dreaming, “Love ya!”