Today as we stepped in sync along the tree lined path and listened to the brook below, I paused before I reached for his small hand.
He's big now. Would he pull it away? That was my biggest fear. Would he hold it for a moment despite his embarrassment to spare hurting my feelings? Nope. His seven year old, soon to be a big second grader hand warmly embraced my own and we strolled together without a word.
It was perfect.