She is ALIVE

I guess I could be annoyed with her running up and down the hall, dragging her popcorn vacuum and screaming at the top of her lungs. Instead, I continue to be amazed at the depth of her character and how alive she is in each moment. Her sadness and disappointment fall out on a mat before her when she approaches in such a state. Her laughter is a shrill that calls me to join in. Her anger comes from deep within (usually) and her joy is this, this all out parade of madness that celebrates her pure satisfaction with being here. God I love her! OK, twenty minutes borders on annoying, but I still love her.