We like to walk. We need to walk. And wander.
If I'm in the garden, pulling weeds or visiting the plants, little J will take me by the hand. He looks at me with those big beautiful eyes, they inquire and decide in the same moment. He leads me down the driveway and onto the road. There's no way to refuse. I call for little M, "Let's go for a walk Milo, hurry". "What about the door Mama? Have you got the keys? Where are we going Mama?"
Nevermind the details, lets wander together.
And so we do.
Along and around and up and across and back. It never takes long before this little wanderer decides he will only walk on the road and not the grass. I'm patient. I gently lift him onto the grass, I hold his chubby little hand, I coax. He does not budge. He walks onto the road. I'm patient, I coax. And around we go again. And then I carry him home. Frustrated by his stubbornness and grateful for this closeness.
And just a teeny bit nervous about what's to come...
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