Yesterday, we opened the doors to the sunroom, shivered at the cold soaking our bare feet and caressing our cheeks, raised the blinds and wondered at a world waiting for snow. boomer was territorial I f her windows at first, barking and growling as e crawled near. But I distracted her with a rowdy game of fetch and afterward, breathless, she resigned herself to her brother.
e was amazed by the outdoor scene, but his attention turned to movement, as it always does these days. He crawled to the low bookcase (actually a sanded and painted shipping crate) resting on the floor and pulled himself up, eagerly patting his hands and feet, so excited for his height. He is far from being a paragon of stability, but his enthusiasm means he practices, endlessly.
What persistence and what joy this wee boy holds! I’ll never let anyone give him cause to loosen his grasp.