She is fascinated by the book I made her
of photos from when she was little
she flips through it constantly
following me around the house
pointing to them one by one
when I was this age
did I like carrots
and when I was this age
could I sit up on my own
and when I was this age
did you used to carry me everywhere
I desperately want to lie on the couch
and have everybody go out for an hour
or at least forget I am here
so when she asks me the next time
I tell her that when she was two
she loved pretending to sleep for hours
a position she immediately assumes
on the floor beside me
and I lie back on the couch
my guilt seeming to know
that now is no time
to get in the way
of this bliss.