Yesterday, I took Amara to the park. We walked most of the way. I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother, walking with me in a dozen parks and on hundreds of city blocks and country roads and shopping malls and small towns.
So the circle turns. What a blessing!
3 thoughts on “A New Walker”
That is a precious picture of her feet and yours. I swear being a grandma is the best. Women who are afraid of that word don’t know what they are missing.
Amen, amen, amen, Judy. It’s the sweetest thing ever.
The little handprint on the snow is extra cute. 🙂