daydreamer

She was looking out the window with fixated eyes as we drove out of the city. Her twig legs that had been running in circles with Dad just moments ago were now quietly hanging, weary from all the twirling and skipping that was required of them to keep up with the energy of a two year old heart. One hand was nestled in between her legs while the other was propped up and resting on her sealed lips. Her stillness, along with her intensely focused gaze, prompted me to conclude that she must be pondering about something. Something deep. What world was she lost in at that moment when her sight was on the blurry trees as they passed, but her mind on other untangible things. Do two year olds daydream? Was she wishing for her own pet whale like I did when I was a kid? Perhaps she was wishing she could be on a train at that moment, for she loves trains. Maybe she was thinking about Jared and I as her parents. Was she critiquing us and or was she thinking "hey, my mom and dad are pretty dang cool!"? Maybe she was thinking about cookies and cupcakes. I know I always am :)

I would venture to guess my eyes were locked in wonderment over her for a good three minutes before I decided that yep, this was a moment I wanted imprinted on my mind forever. A moment when I saw my girl daydream for the first time. Was it worth getting the camera out and snapping a quick shot to satisfy my desire to remember, knowing that surely the click of the camera would end her meditation? I sacrified her private reflections for my selfish desire to capture her. And just as I suspected, after one click she was brought back to reality and was her silly self again. I will never know what was going on in that brain of hers, but I bet it was magnificent. These are times to cherish.