Slice of Life Challenge, Day 23
See this is not a new story. This is what he does. In fact exactly one week ago while we were getting coffee at a local cafe, my little man took off on a full run around the cobblestone courtyard, arms thrown behind him as if he were flying. He caught himself a bit better last week; the fall only resulting in a familiar big purple goose egg on his forehead, but no blood. He is my dreamer, my idealist. He gets up, tries again. Eyes to the sky, this little one will fly. And I so desperately want him to, to keep that hope, that belief in something impossible. I want him to fly. And more than that, I want him to keep up that persistence and perseverance that drives him to get back up and try again even after so many heartbreaking falls.
But maybe next time he can try again while running on the grass.