She sits on my lap as we color the same picture together. Occasionally our hands bump as I attempt to stay in the lines and she brainstorms unlikely color schemes.
I love one-on-one time with each of my girls, those small windows when I can remove them from their siblings and attend to them -- just them -- with open ears and attentive eyes.
"If I had shoes that looked like that," she says, tapping the paper with her crayon, "I could run even faster."
Oh, Brooke, you have no idea just how quickly you always run right into my heart.