She pulls me down the sidewalk, or to the cat perched on the corner of the bed, or to the river’s edge. She grabs my hand and leads us on an adventure, or instructs me to pet the cat “niiiiiice,” or presses a rock into my palm and says “Frow?”
We take adventures together every day, but Olivia and I don’t often get full days together alone. We’re pulled apart by obligations of work and bedtime and chores in between. Sometimes we have just two hours together in a day, one of which might be spent racing the aisles of the grocery store, trying to get the shopping done before one of us starts crying from hunger and so we can make it home with enough time to actually have dinner before one of us falls asleep.