Muddy Walk

The Botanic Garden had offered us free tickets to the orchid show so we went. It turned out, as I had well expected, that there was a greater number of visitors than orchids. But that didn’t stop us from having “fun” exploring the garden trying to complete Randall’s bingo sheet as almost everyone else was there just for the show and didn’t bother to walk on the muddy trails.

Sweet 7

We walked out of the building. It was dark outside. And slippery, because of the ice on the ground, turned from the melted snow.
“I got something in my (Valentines) bag that can help us.” Randall started searching in the paper bag.
“What do you have? A cane?”
“No. A flashlight!”

Back when the kid had been even younger, there had always been a mix of unbearably adorable moments and even more unbearably bad meltdowns. I’d think the meltdowns would last forever, as well as the cuteness. Yet at this point I came to realize that this cuteness and sweetness of a 7-year-old is going to drift away. Soon.

From a few feet behind, I was watching him go down the sidewalk, holding the flashlight. The beam was going about everywhere. For whatever it might be shining at, it clearly did not light up the ground in front of him. But it lit up his mood, as well as mine. It was freezing and normally I wouldn’t want to stay out any longer than I had to, but somehow at this moment I wish I could freeze time, freeze the sweetness in this cold air.

Beat the waves

Miami. Four trips in seven years. We are always amazed at how you have grown. From a baby able to hold his own bottle to feed himself, to a toddler running around wildly in the park, then a boy learning to hold his breath in the water, and now, quite a big kid, swimming, flipping, rolling, diving, in the pool, and in the ocean, too.