10.00 am – Coming out of a never to be remembered dream, I sense something wrong going on in the house, so I open my eyes and listen for a second. Nothing. The house melts in silence and not a sound breaks the stillness. That is weird and has almost never happened before, but I close my eyes and enjoy the mood for a while. My whole body relaxes and somehow floats in the silence around.
11.00 am – Our favorite bartender awaits and after a quick breakfast and some morning routines, we make our entrance and order, as usual, two cappuccinos and a cup of milk foam, like only he knows how to make. Ephia laughs and giggles at him, sipping from her cup while me and D enjoy our coffee time, watching her putting on her normal show. We go pass the bakery, she waves “Ciao!” and tells them “Grazie!” after they hand her the daily schiacciatina and grabs our hands still talking and gesticulating a lot.
2.00 pm – After lunch, construction time arrives and we build horses and houses, castles and towers, only for them to be demolished on the sound of Ephia’s voice, laughing out loud after destroying them all. She never leaves them lying on the floor for more than seconds; we always start over and put them back together, trying to built towers so high that she has to stand on her toes to reach them.
7.00 pm – Nap time for her and work time for us (sometimes laziness time for me) is over and the leftover sun rays call us outside to play in the park. She swings and slides and becomes the queen of all moving things in there and sometimes I surprise myself watching her and being amazed that she is mine, ours.
9.00 – This is one of my favorite moments – the jumping in bed routine. Although she mostly does the jumping, once in a while you feel like owning that bed and testing its springs, so we start jumping and rolling too, eating that cute little belly and kissing those cute little cheeks. We never get tired of watching her and although sometimes I feel like we should get involved more, she loves her independence and we love watching her having it.
10.45 pm – The little midget is wrapped up in cute pajamas and ready to close her eyes and continue her adventures in her dreams. She smiles and as we all hug goodnight, she always gives us a little speech that only she knows what it’s about. When the house feels like melting in silence again, the sound of fingers running over the keyboard, breaks it and forces me to remind myself of the other world I am living in, putting my ideas to work and my fingers to process.
Whenever a day like the one above ends, my mouth only knows how to smile and my thoughts only know how to dream. Good night!