She points to the stereo speaker. When we turn it on, she squeals excitedly, spinning around. She gallops around the kitchen, round and round, from front door back to the backyard window, jumping jumping jumping.
“How does she have the energy?” I wonder. She is not tired in the least. Just the mention of bed, or pyjamas, or milk, and it only spurs her on further. Jumping jumping dancing twirling jumping squealing. She waves her arms at us like ‘come on Mum and Dad!’ We join in, jumping with our arms raised above us, mirroring her. Squeal jump dance.
It isn’t really tiring. I actually find it addictive. Seeing her energy, her vitality, makes me so happy. We have a happy girl. I couldn’t be prouder. Consequently, I am so grateful for it.
Let her dance. Let her dance. That’s what life’s about… she’ll sleep better tonight 😉