** a portrait of my son once a week, every week, in 2014 **
Overnight you became a hand holder, and my heart melted a little more. You’re suddenly hugging and holding hands, though we’re still working on kisses. Occasionally you’ll stop walking and raise your hand towards me, refusing to go forward until I provide my hand. Lately we have made a habit of going to a park after we get home. It’s mostly been the small one within walking distance, our favorite because we usually have the place to ourselves and the nearby hill and trees blocks the setting sun. I look forward to many more trips to this park.