YOU’RE IT
It will make me sad when my kids won’t hold hands with me anymore. We went for a walk this afternoon, in the soft-as-summer sunshine, or rather, Martin and I walked, and Karin rollerbladed in a teetery, half-confident way. One or the other of them was holding one or the other of my hands nearly the whole way. It’s hard to stride along when you are holding the hand of a child. It slows you down, it makes you match paces and it gives you more time to talk and to see things and point them out to each other...