Another Ordinary Day

I had almost forgotten this ordinary day.

Last spring, William and I. We went outside in the very early morning to explore.

Part of me didn't want to let him crawl off of the blanket. Muddy his knees, prick his chubby palms on a weed, a burr, a stray caterpillar.

He was, he IS, so little. And everything else is, in comparison, so BIG.

But off he went. He never looked back.

I, on the other hand, am his mother, and I will always be looking back.