Grama and I were just talking about that poem and my little shadow. So many times, I’ll be holding Jack over my arm watching Wes do something and I’ll look down and Ev will be standing right next to me with her baby slung over her arm watching away.
She’ll dance through the house with her baby, then stop mid-step to bounce up and down and shush it. She’ll cover her baby’s head in kisses and try to stick Jack’s paci in it’s mouth while making little sucking noises with her mouth.
And it also turns out the Ev has her own little shadow.
Pretty sure she just discovered it.
We were on our way up from the beach, walking on the road towards the car. She kept veering off toward the middle of the road and I kept directing her back to the edge towards her dad.
No way, I thought. She’s just trying to get to the yellow stripes in the road to walk on them. But then I watched. And sure enough. She’d pause, and then sort of pounce on her shadow. Then she’d point to it and pounce again. And then admire the shadows crazy hair.