Photo via Kelly the magnificent (see side link).
I know long time....we'll skip the excuses.
Nearly every morning Sam and I go on a walk.
Throughout the nearly 2 miles of the same trail each time, he points out the same things:
"woof woof's" (dogs)
Balls: pumpkins, on the tops of fences, on the steeples of churches
We have our rituals of smelling the roses at that one house where they still smell good even though they are dying, picking up a walnut that has fallen from the walnut tree, collecting acorns, him pushing the button to cross the street, a stem of grapes to eat on the way home from the branch hanging over the fence (of course those are all gone now).
I don't want to forget these moments. His little chubby finger pointing at the pumpkins "uh, uh". Even now with his mittens on I can see it pointing. I am soaking it in.
