I walked for 1/2 mile today with my son in hand. His tiny fingers felt perfect in my hands.
I took a moment to try to remember that feel. His little grip, the way he waddled down the path.
And the warmth and tenderness I felt.
As a dad, holding his sons hand.
Ah, you’ve hit it on the head. I enjoyed my walk with Lucca also and share that experience with you. The only problem occurred when he started climbing up this hill and I could catch up with him because my slippers came off. He looked at me like I was crazy.