It was tragic. My heart ached for her sick, sad, tired sorrow, and I figured we were headed to an early bedtime. It's hard to come back after a few hours that challenging when you're 3 1/2 and sick, and I wouldn't have begrudged her an evening of limp snuggles on the couch.
Then, weakly and sadly, she asked if she could sit on my lap and watch a video on the computer. I said yes, cuddled her close, brought up YouTube, and asked her what she wanted to watch. I thought it might be The Sweptaways' "Oh My Darlin' Clementine," or maybe Mike Doughty's "Madeline and Nine," but she shocked and delighted me with her completely badass request.
Can you even begin to guess what she asked for, friends, after months of not watching it? Do you know which video called out to her from the wide breadth of her media consumption? Do you know what she said that made me laugh out loud with surprised delight and pride? DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE SAID?
"Rocky." She said "Rocky," and I fell in love anew with my resilient little warrior beast child. So we snuggled, and I stroked her hair while we were reborn with Rocky's every triumphant step.
Good on ya, Rock. Good on ya, Liv. Gonna fly, indeed.