Walking

Due to the nature of Eli's personality, I often find myself taking his hand. He is one of those free-spirits...darting out of the car to see what adventure awaits him. He is never concerned by cars, strangers, or the Boogie Man lurking. I find myself jealous of this innocense...because I worry about everything...all the time. My husband reminds me of that often. I love to hold his hand and be that protector, the mother hen. Someday, he won't want to hold my hand, he will cringe at the actual thought of it. So...for now, I will relish in the tiny moments. Besides, holding his hand is like being attatched to a GIANT, SUPER BOUNCY BALL! Just trying to keep a hold of him, I might look like a display of public intoxication!