One recent evening, I was walking down my street behind a mother and her young daughter, who must have been 8 or 9 years old.
My pace was a bit quicker than theirs, and, as I approached, I could hear them talking up a storm and laughing. Every once in a while, they would hip-check each other… and then smile.
It was so very nice to see.
Watching their love at work, a thought crossed my mind. In years to come, when their inevitable disagreements arise, it might give them some perspective (i.e., help them find some common ground) if only they could see then what I saw while walking behind them that day.
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Hmmm..
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