Gimme Gimme Gimme

Please

I’ve spent much of my lip and cheek energy forming the word “gimme” these past couple of weeks. I start my days, and end my nights with this five-letter word. My efforts to keep her away from certain things are never respected for long because her curiosity, inevitably, tells her to eat the apple. And she takes a rabbit nibble every. single. time. She has gotten into almost everything in her range. I’ve gotten lucky that she hasn’t broken anything too important to me (yes, I just knocked on wood). I do my best to respect that curiosity, because I don’t believe the cat was killed by it.

[I know] I’ve been saying that “she’s damn near starting to run” for weeks, maybe months now (idk what time is), but I’ma run that back. She’s damn near starting to run. She’s got this little skip she does when she decides she wants to go fast, but still hasn’t quite figured out how to keep the momentum going. Which I’m not mad about. But, I am definitely giving my running shoes a fresh shampoo in the morning (no, i’m not… but, it sure did sound like a cool sentence.)

I’ve loved the recent moments spent together discovering that familiar things have more layers than we may have had the optical capacity for last week. This week, we can see the fun new ways to spin a chair, or pick up and throw a ball, or insert the bubble wand into its soap-filled tube. Each day, a new adventure. Something that I’m grateful to be reminded of daily. And something I think we could all use as hope for tomorrow.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

Abby xx