In a few days you will be eighteen months, and I wanted to share with you my favorite “you” song right now. What I Wouldn’t Do, by A Fine Frenzy. Every time it comes on when I’m cleaning the house, (which, sticky fingers, only happens when you’re napping now, thatyouverymuch..) I think of you. I bumped into it right around the time you started really making waves around here, hobbiting in and out of rooms undoing any and everything it was possible to undo; emptying cabinets, pulling clothing out of drawers, spilling anything left unattended for even a second, climbing things you shouldn’t, and falling to pieces over the smallest slights -- which, of course, usually had to do with intercepting one of these mischievous ventures in action.
I listen to it everyday now when you sleep and I clean, because something about the pretty, swinging tempo just brings you and all of your licit meddling immediately to mind. And goodness knows when that happens, there is just no fighting back a feel good vibe… even when I’m in the middle of cleaning up after it. You are rhapsody, clever girl, lilting and melodious, like a silly, sweet song that makes you want to whistle to it’s tune. And I love you for it.
Happy Eighteen, kiddo.