It’s finally starting to feel like fall in Florida–well, kind of anyway. It was while I was enjoying the crisper air and smell of newly-fallen leaves that I relearned a lesson I have been learning for at least the last two decades.
My six year old son asked me to go outside with him while he rode his bike. I brought a book and a highlighter out with me so I could continue to be productive. (I always have a book and a highlighter.) But this time, rather than opening my book, I just sat and watched him. I thought about what a good kid he is, how he’s gotten so big, how he always opens the door for me, and how he makes me laugh.Continue Reading