The riddle is this:
Does a heart beat on its own
or does love drive it?
Today I took my 2 year old son for a windwalk. It started as a sidewalk kind of deal, and then became a walk to the berm alongside the highway. This is one of his favorite things to do. Ever. He thinks it’s a mountain. The path is a river. The sky is a giant lake. There is TALL GRASS and short grass. He saw an ambulance and a woman riding a quad with no helmet or even a jacket.
Did I mention that it was cold today? Even little dude thought she was crazy:
“Why she wasn’t wearing a jacket, mommy?” was all I heard on the way home.
He drives my heart. Every warm, cozy, jacketted inch of him.
No jacket here. I just love this photo of him.