Speaking of small things
Mallory got herself dressed Friday morning. All by herself. I know it doesn’t seem like a big thing. I myself have managed it for several years now. But it was quite the thing to watch. And not look like you’re watching.
We were getting dressed together in my room. We’d picked out the clothes together and I started getting dressed myself. These days it’s a multi-layer operation, quite involved and it takes me a few attempts to get it right.
Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Mallory took her pyjamas off, then put on her pants. She made a joke about underwear – “should I put my underwear on over my pants daddy?” but otherwise continued on.
I waited for the call for help. I finished changing, and watched as she pulled on her shirt and stuffed her arms through both sleeves.
“I’m ready,” she said. It took me a few seconds to collect myself.
