Let There Be Light(bulbs)

Denise is remembering not to forget the joy of magical things as expressed by her young son.

"We have a new lightbulb!"

I remind myself never to forget Jenna as a baby in her crib, expressive language skills just syncing with her perception of the world, when 7 a.m. would bring a shriek of delight from her room, and I would roll out of bed with a smile knowing I'd find her sitting bolt upright, looking at the sun streaming through her pooh-bear shammed window:

"I wake up! I so Happy!"

Time, why won't you stand still, huh?