I am very aware of his hand in mine as we walk along. I wonder if he is aware, as I am. I know that he won’t hold it much longer because he is four, and four turns into five. And when he is five he may take my hand, but it will be to tug me along or to pull me forward faster…helping me to get to his goal quicker. Yet, he is four and we walk the block hand in hand. And I savor each step before he releases my hand…savor it as the finest of wines and the best of bread.
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Love this. Thanks for making me take time to be in the present.
Thank you, Sarah!