This Is What Childhood Is Made Of

This afternoon while Jane was napping

Claire and I built a fort.

Then tonight she crawled into her bed that we made underneath

the sheets held up by the Barbie house, a rocking horse and a chair

and turned on her Dreamlite and read books with her daddy and sister.

She was in her glory.

Now, surprisingly, she is sound asleep on the floor underneath the fake stars.

This is what creates memories, this is what I want her to remember about her childhood.