We were talking with our tenants today, discussing what remains to do in their part of the house, and as we talked, Roby was crawling all over. She picked up a bit of plastic, she slapped the flashing by the wood stove, she opened the door, she tossed a ball, she pulled Laura’s ear. She could not care less about the conversation and was instead dominated, totally, by a generalized curiosity for the world. A primal, driving obsession with seeing everything. 

This was also her experience at church today. She needed a nap when we started our drive to church, and she still needed a nap by the time we left. She was unwilling to give up any experience of people or place today. She had to see it all, and she fought for every second. 

It’s through Roby that we get to experience the world again, explore it and learn it and love it with a freshness like spring.