Our little girl is spending the night with her grandma and grandpa. The house is a vacuum of silence. Shane's smiles aren't bouncing off the walls and lighting up the rooms. I'm tired. But not so much so that I couldn't hold her in my arms, tickle her, sing a few songs, rock her gently, carry on a conversation that lets me know she is always thinking and growing in awareness. It's child talk, reflecting the fresh perspective that she brings with her. There is honesty in everything she says. She doesn't hesitate to ask questions. No concern for her ignorance or its affect on others.