Yesterday I took Hugo to the beach. It was the perfect day for it. Warm water and a cool breeze.
After having a little dip, Hugo was playing near our towels and a lady probably in her 70s stopped by us on her way to the showers.
She bent over, gave Hugo a big smile and laugh, and asked how old he was. I answered and she said, "I remember when my little boy was learning to walk too!
He is 43 now but my little William was just like you!"
In that moment, her "little William" was again a one year old stumbling on a beach on a beautiful autumn day, and she was a young mother, glowing with the happiness that little things bring.
After having a little dip, Hugo was playing near our towels and a lady probably in her 70s stopped by us on her way to the showers.
She bent over, gave Hugo a big smile and laugh, and asked how old he was. I answered and she said, "I remember when my little boy was learning to walk too!
He is 43 now but my little William was just like you!"
In that moment, her "little William" was again a one year old stumbling on a beach on a beautiful autumn day, and she was a young mother, glowing with the happiness that little things bring.
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