The other day, I wrangled the kids and Jon into a little impromptu location scouting trip.
The light and spot and the company…made all of my insides hum.
Along the way, I noticed something that had never really occurred to me before.
I noticed that when they walk with me, all three of the kids do something a little bit different.
He leans. Leans in to talk, leans in to walk. And when I’m with him, I can’t help but lean in, too.
She nudges. We’re the same height now, and just about equally off balance (hers is likely because she’s still growing into her long body, mine is natural clumsiness that I’m afraid is here to stay), so our shoulders bump and nudge. It feels…familiar.
And she walks with her hand on the small of my back. A little gesture that seems much bigger.
It’s a simple thing, really, walking with my family. And most days, let’s be honest, it’s an activity that barely registers with me.
But that day, I was a little amazed by it.
Which makes walking the best way to end the day.
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