wildflower walk

Unwilling, or perhaps unable, to spend another morning in the house with you as you whined from not feeling well or fussed if I moved further than a foot away from you or cried if you got frustrated with a toy or tugged on me if I trained less than 100% of my attention on you… you get the picture. Unable to endure that again, I was determined to distract you, but I couldn’t come up with any ideas. Daddy’s thought was to go for a walk at Shelby Bottoms, and while it has been gray all day, the weather forecast only showed a 20-30% chance of rain, and I thought we could weather those odds. You played on the playground, made a new friend named Kingston who is 18 months old, strolled along the greenway, listened to the trees talk to us and tottered along the trail back to the car. It was in this last adventure that your trippy Crocs toppled you, and you got your first-ever knee scrape. You handled it bravely and did not want to take my hand so I could help you with the rest of the tricky terrain. You are becoming quite the fierce and independent spirit, lil man. I lifted you up to pick a leaf off of a tree that was turning colors, an early reminder that fall creeps nearer. You fell in love with this leaf, playing with it in the backseat, turning it over, giggling, waving it. It was so wonderful to watch.