My little lady lives her life with that much excitement.
It's numbers, it's letters, it's the music at the beginning of any Disney Junior show, it's seeing a license plate, it's hearing the door open when her daddy comes home after being gone, it's listening to a wind chime, or playing with her cousin Sami, it's playing Candy Crush on Mommy's iPad, it's falling into a pillow at the end of the day...
Everything in Emily's world brings her as much happiness as her little body can handle and there are moments she just shakes trying to contain it all.
Last week Em and I were at the post office and while we were waiting in line Em was pointing to every number she could see.
I would ask her to find a number and she would look until she found it.
She knows when she's right because even before she points to it she grins and makes her little happy sound.
I was speaking quietly with the hope of not bothering those around me in line.
After a few minutes of our number game I heard a lady in front of me say to another lady she was standing next to, "I had more than one little child at home and I couldn't possibly have taken the time it would have taken to teach them their numbers at that age."
Her tone was defensive - almost as if she had to justify to herself and to the complete stranger she was talking to why her kids didn't know their numbers at Emily's age.
And with the same sentence I almost felt that she was lecturing me for only having one child.
I wanted to say, "I'm standing right here, do you think I can't hear you?"
I didn't say anything.
Instead I ignored her and clapped for my daughter when she pointed to the number 23.
Isn't it amazing how quick we are to judge someone else and their situation?
That lady didn't know that Em fought every single day of her life for the first year just to survive.
She didn't know that I shed tears whenever I think about my girl's next open heart surgery.
She didn't know that Google doesn't give Emily much hope for anything academic...that there are women who terminate their pregnancies because they were given the same diagnosis we were for our little girl.
If the lady had asked me I would have told her that if anything, I worry that Em spends too much time watching Little Einsteins.
If she had asked me I would have told her that Jason and I didn't do much other than just say whatever it was that Emily was pointing to - over and over again.
If she had asked me I would have told her that all I hope for is to hear the word 'Mommy' one day - even if when she does say it Emily also tells me the square root of 376458.
She didn't ask me any of those things.
Instead she made a judgement of a situation she assumed she knew about, and missed out on knowing a small part of Emily's incredible story.
World, let's try to judge less - let's try harder to be generous in our thoughts of other people.
And while I'm trying to do those things, I'm going to be trying to simply keep up with my Emily.
Tonight I bought window crayons and wrote all over my back door...you would have thought Em had just been given Willy Wonka's last golden ticket.