It was a perfect day for a drive in the country, following a busload of fourth graders headed to a field trip.
Field trips are an adventure my daughters and I embark on together, visiting places and experiencing things we otherwise might not.
As the years pass, I realize that these opportunities will come less often, so we revel in the sunshine, study snakes in the reptile house, feed the animals, learn about honey bees, enjoy a picnic, stumble our way through the fun house and visit the gift shop.
She’s happy that I’m here. She walks beside me, sometimes running off when a friend calls, but always finding me again. I enjoy talking to her classmates, seeing her interact with them. I am thrilled that they know me as her mom, because that’s one of my most cherished titles.
These days are precious; her ears, her mind and her heart are open to the principles I seek to convey. I long for it to stay this way, and pray that the teenage years, approaching all too quickly now, will only bring us closer.
For in the tilt of her nose, the flutter of her eyelashes, the smile on her lips, I see the same baby girl I held in my arms what seems like just moments ago.
Linked to Tuesdays Unwrapped hosted by Chatting at the Sky.