{good but hard}

sometimes the very best moments in my day

are the most 

mundane,

quiet 

ones.

the ones that you forget pretty quickly

because they are overshadowed by

everything else that makes up a day.

quite honestly

i tend to miss them if i don't remember to slow down.

so tonight,

long after ruby had gone to sleep,

i combed monrovia's hair for almost an hour.

her curls are a little crazy so i held her in my lap and 

over

and over 

pulled out all of her tangles

(and when i say tangles, imagine dreads, because that, my friends, 

is what was matted underneath the top layer of her hair. true story.)

as gently as i could.

at first she fought me,

and then she sat still in front of me

until i was done,

her hair was braided

and it was time to go to sleep.

all i can think now is how much i love her:

her wit and sass, her spunk and sweetness, her laughter, 

her impromptu songs and land of pretend, her generosity and kindness, 

her little self plopped in my lap.

i want to write this little snippet of time onto my memory

in a place i won't forget -

sitting with her,

just the two of us,

at the end of the day.