a rough night. sick again. crying for momma through the dark. sleeping late into the morning.
the sun is bright. wooden chimes clang. birds sing. he begs.
he wants to go for a walk.
giddy with anticipation as we put on our shoes. he says, "we're really going now, right, mom."
i can't help but think, what a small request. what an easy feat. all he wants is a warm walk beside me.
passing homes in sherbet colors. we talk about the blooming trees. fascinate at the rocks. step over puddles left from earlier spring showers. jump at barks from neighbors yards. collect sticks. stop for cars. waves. hellos. we stop to smell the flowers. sitting under our favorite tree. then through the hole in the fence. home for midday bubble baths.
the little things. the quiet moments. seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary.
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