Margot’s eyes are wide-open portals to the world, watching, ever-alert, ready to absorb the moment. Jack, on the other hand, is the moment: Oftentimes moving past you in a whirl of sound and restless motion (I’m convinced we could solve the energy crisis if only we could hook small children up to electric generators. Don’t quote me on that, though.) Moments I want to wrap up under my skin and take with me for ever: Margot, dancing in a slowly turning circle, hands out at right angles like a graceful penguin, saucer eyes shining with excitement; Jack, racing towards me at preschool in a lean-bodied bound, shock of white hair, diving into my lap.
So different. But in my heart, just the same.
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