It’s funny how saying something out loud (even if “out loud” means shouting it into the cacophonous dump that is the Internet) takes so much of the heaviness away. I guess it’s like confession, an unburdening of what weighs on the spirit. I feel so much better.
Lucy is 16 months old today. Closing in on one-and-a-half…hard to believe. The sun is still with us, off and on, here in late October. We have not yet hunkered down for the long, dark, rainy days of winter in the Northwest. She loves to be outside, no matter the weather, and on days like today, it is easy to go.
We go to the park or to the beach, sometimes both. She runs and climbs and slides and follows other kids around. Sometimes she tries to share wood chips with them. Today, she wanted to swing forever. She put her head back and her arms out and laughed at the wind.
She chased seagulls, too, and tried to go after geese that were as big as she is. No fear.
I let her run; she stopped before she hit the water and came back when I called her. When it was time to go, she waved to the playground and said, “Bye-bye!” so sweetly, with no tears. Maybe I bribed her with an applesauce pouch for the ride home, but so what? We’re learning, both of us, and we are happy.
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