Slice of Life Day 22
I could see his yellow shirt all the way at the front of the pack. He bobbed and weaved around friends. Picked up sticks. Hiked with sticks. Threw the sticks. Running, jumping, hopping his way down the trail. I was near the back of the pack chatting with other parents keeping an eye out for the yellow shirt. There were times when I could hear them all shouting, laughing, tromping through the woods, but I couldn’t see them. Then running back towards us would be the yellow shirt. Once he saw me and I waved, he gave me a big smile, a small wave, and turned on his heel to hop, skip, and run back up to his friends. This made me smile to know that he came back to look for me. He wanted to check. This continued on. He ran ahead and out of sight then I’d see his head pop around the bend to give me a head nod and turn right back around. But then, he saw me and he didn’t turn around, instead, he waited for me to catch up. As I got within earshot, “Hey bud! Having fun?” “Yeah!” And then in a single motion, he extended his hand toward mine and slipped his not so tiny hand into my grasp. I squeezed his hand as we walked swinging arms chatting about our hike and his wet, muddy boots. There is nothing that warms my heart more than my not so little boy wanting to be with me and still wanting to hold my hand. My hand will always be waiting.