Ready

“Ready,” she calls over her shoulder.

We laugh at her pretentiousness and wonder how she got big so quickly.

“Ready,” she calls again, and she picks up her little bear to bring along on her imagined journey.

We laugh again, and this time I grab my camera, forever eager to capture these little memories that speak of the innocence childhood holds.

“Ready, ready,” she’s repeating, and her words accompany her steps, her pajamas rolled high on one leg and her sagging diaper the last hint of the nap from which she’s only just awoken.