sometimes

sometimes, you can catch her in her own little world. not talking to us people but to herself or her people. her imaginary friends. singing her own songs. it's a rare thing, something i find so precious. most days she is right there at my side, talking up a storm, with very little stopping in between stories and demands and questions. it's when i notice she's wandered off and i hear silence, where i know she is in her own little place…

and i can just sit in the silence and breathe 🙂