This afternoon has been hot and humid. A long walk along the river meant that the little hand running up behind me and grabbing mine was sweaty and sticky. But, it was perfect. I know that one day, sooner than I shall expect, that hand will not want to hold mine at all. Then one day it will be a big, man hand and will dwarf mine.
After the little one announced that he wanted me to ‘snack him up’ (!), we settled on the grass by the river and watched boats, helicopters and ducks. We took time to sit and search for four-leafed clovers and admired the daisies. I sang (it’s ok, there was no one around...) ‘Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...’ to him loudly, as my Grandma used to do with me.
It got too hot so we continued on, following an official footpath sign. However, we soon discovered we had no idea where we were. Apart from the concern of getting home in time to cook dinner, I was a bit worried that we’d been out for some time in the heat. I was expecting the little one to pass out from thirst as we powered up the last hill to discover the main road and a helpful bus stop to rescue us.
An unplanned trip on the bus is about the best thing my son can think of happening in an afternoon so he was overjoyed, if a little worn out.
Watching him after dinner watering the seeds he’d planted with husband, wearing just his t-shirt, baggy pants and wellies is an image I’d love to keep in my head for a long time. Well, I did take some photos, but I think they’ll be seen only by a future girlfriend or for blackmail.