I walk side-by-side with my child, fingers knotted with mine as we begin our journey: destination unknown.
He squeezes my fingers to notify me of his existence, just in case I’ve forgotten.
We connect with our eyes and engage in an exchange of words-their presence more essential than their meaning.
In that little boy voice he asks, ‘NeeNee, do you love me?’ a question that the answer is already well-known—
‘Yes, my son, I love you more than you will ever know.’ I speak, as a grin glides across his sweet little face and his eyes dance with delight.
Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart. ~Author Unknown