Oh yes, listening and absorbing.
She was a code-breaker, an ear-thrower (different to a voice-thrower in obvious ways), a listener through doorways and round corners.
We learnt to be selective with our words, careful with our tone and I've spent a lot of time stopping other people mid-sentence ... 'er, could we not talk about that now?'
She was listening.
But these days, not so much.
She's off. In that world, you know the one, all the friends and adventures and countries and experiences and feels folded between two pages, between your hands.
The limitless span of eternity in the distance between your eyes and the page.
She'll read anywhere. She'll practically read anything. And when she's in that zone you can stand right next to her and sing out 'Chocolate ice-cream!' without even ruffling her brow.
When I turned 18 my parents gave me a birthday card which said Happy Birthday from them, and Laura and Jo and Anne and all the other friends who'd stood by me growing up. They got it so right.
I'm so, so excited for my girl embarking on that journey.
Oh the places she'll go!