Take a seat Ms. Editor, the Inspiration bus has pulled in.

I've been on an editing role. Editing blogs, editing poems, editing other people's work, editing our belongings, editing my wardrobe, editing baby food menus.

Today as I sat down to write, I realized my first inclination was to pick up something I had already written. This seemed off.  I paused and wrote an email to Rylee's daycare to announce her full-time enrollment. Up until now she has been a part-time joy to the 5 other infants in her "class." This is not to say she is crying half the time but only physically there half the time. You understood that though, right? Sorry.

As I began my letter, a mother and her toddler daughter sat in the table ahead of me. The mother patiently described the food they were eating. The little girl picked up her grilled cheese, chewed a bite or two and said, "Thank you Mommy" with a huge cheesy grin. My heart is still full and sunken from this act. Rylee and I have a new game. I pretend to sit on her lap while she is in her highchair. Then, I jump up in surprise "I DIDN'T REALIZE THERE WAS A BABY SITTING HERE?" She cracks up uncontrollably. "Do you know what it is like when someone thinks you are funny ALL the time. No matter what you do, they laugh?" I said this to a friend of mine when he witnessed my dear daughter giggling her toes off at my "moon walk." 

Edit. Edit. Edit. The one thing I never have to edit is that smile. The laughter. Even the sleepless teething nights. Perfection that girl of mine is. She is an inspiration to what naturally exists without needing a semicolon or clarification. Her speedy crawl when I open the daycare door is as poetic as anything can get. 

Tucking the editor away in my shoulder bag, I pulled out my pencil and wrote freshly in the cafe air.