Humanoid Trumps the Mountain

Our plan to ascend the mountain on Saturday was replaced by a visit from a 25-inch humanoid.

Four adults on the floor with undivided attention focused on a twelve-pound marvel, making "talk" clearly understood and enjoyed.

Four adults using whatever face, sound, gesture, or movement that might entertain, cause laughter, or instigate a hip wiggle from the wee one. 

Four adults enjoying good deep belly laughs triggered by the humanoid's twisted-face aversion to strained carrots or the residual spiciness on the lid of a salsa jar. 

Four adults absorbing nano-second body relaxation against our chests, counting these moments of stillness as snuggles amid a non-stop exploration of the world and all the tastes, textures, and sounds therein.

Four adults understanding the pure joy of watching the rolling, touching, chewing, squealing, babbling, and kicking of one 7 months in our presence and clearly in command.

Four adults relishing moments, squelching distractions, delaying projects, rejecting obligations, and staying outside activities when, clearly, love is spoken here.