We walk to the bus every morning.
Monday through Friday.
I am so lucky.
She holds my hand.
Sometimes
proudly
fiercely
reverently
lovingly.
She clings to me.
When something catches her eye
a spiderweb,
a beautiful flower,
or even a
a beetle
she lets go.
Runs to explore.
Her face lights up.
3 year old exclaiming
MOMMY LOOK AT THIS!!!
And I look.
When she is ready to go again
she reaches for my hand.
I am lucky.
Today my right hip is wet.
It’s raining.
Her umbrella comes right up to my hip.
And even though she was holding it
tightly
excitedly
She had to hold my hand
TOO.
She holds my hand.
Her umbrella bumps against my hip,
It’s wet.
I don’t complain.
Grounded in the moments where
she holds my hand
as if there were no other way to
walk down the street.
She holds my hand.
And even with my wet hip.
I smile big.
She holds my hand.
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HRHDana 
the love and affection of a child.. so special. I love my 4.. they always shower me with love.
It’s amazing. I am seriously so grateful for her perspective and her love.