New You(th)

She flails her limbs and screams her joy. 

At times I drop into the moment to feel the fragments of my lost and invisible youth, to witness and experience the unconditional joy I missed. 

I thank my daughter for allowing me to find and feel my obscure childhood through her own. 

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