In the morning I caught her.
In the evening she caught me.
Apparently it’s 24 hour surveillance.
In the a.m. – She empties the box of wipes, cleaning everything (including the humidifier…an item not to touch).
In the p.m. – I put away shoes in her room. She’s in my room and sees the camera feed. When I return, a blank look on her face.
From this point forward, never keep anything from each other. Forever.
I like to call it the spy-cam but that sounds a bit sneaky.
It’s a humor-cam. It’s a comfort-cam. It’s an “I wonder”-cam.
Not only does it show a girl in restful sleep, but also the sweet play of that toddler when she’s up from her slumber.
Trying on boots and coddling babies. Reading and rearranging. Emptying drawers and exploring in her dollhouse.
It’s my eye on imagination and my assurance of peace.
It’s my smile-cam.
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