When Owen was a baby, I would think about the day in the future when he would reach out and hold my hand and we would walk together.
Now that day is here and I am loving every single minute it, his hand clutching my finger, tottering along, and sometimes breaking away defiantly to walk ahead by himself. That kid of mine is pretty daring, but he always looks back to mummy.
I hope he always looks back at me as he goes forward.
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