Evening storytime after a full day
She leans forward, grabs the edge of the bookshelf, and jumps high in the air. The hem of her gold dress flaps up. A scolding forms in my mind, not so much words as the sensation of reaching forward with one hand, and before it becomes a sound she turns and runs, full sprint, down the length of the children’s area then cuts through diagonally and back to my wife. Neither of them has seen me yet, I’m still walking across the library. My wife’s bouncing the baby on her knee. I catch her eye, wave, she gives me a thin smile and a head nod. The bottom drops out of my stomach - what did I do?! - and a second later it’s back. Everything’s fine, I’m sure.
“Daddy’s here,” she turns the baby to face me and the baby smiles, waves a hand at me with her elbow straight, swinging in a wide circle. I lean over, kiss them both. My older daughter’s hopping in place now. I kiss her too. My wife leans...