There are a few things about motherhood that are exactly as I pictured them.
One of them is taking my son for a walk.
Yesterday, as I strolled through a lovely late-summer day, I couldn't help but shed a few tears of what can only be described as pure, unbridled happiness. I passed a playground and envisioned days in the future, catching Will as he slides down, pushing him on the swings.
I stopped to check the mail and we got our first piece addressed to him. . . how strange and how wonderful.
I don't hurry during my walks. He loves the time outside and I am enjoying walking without an extra ungainly thirty pounds weighing me down. So, I take my time.
I know he will grow up so fast. I know that life will try to take my concentration away from these precious moments that I have waited so very long for.
So I just take my time. And walk with Will.