Anticipation. That's the stuff, right there.
Everything good is possible.
The seconds before that little plus sign pops up... The silence before the answer... The moment before your lips touch... The crouch before the jump...
I love it, I *LIVE* for it. I see it every morning in my son's face.
His smile asks "What are we doing today, mama?! What will we see?"
The anticipation in his eyes is a bright blue bubble, growing... Growing... So close to bursting... His little arms stretching out...
I pick him up and squeeze him tight. My hug seems to answer him.
"Everything, baby. We're going to see it all."