Hand to Hold

"What was that!!!!" shouts Finnlay on our walk around the block. "A big train horn" I replied, smiling at his enthusiasm. "Great", he replies and then chugga-chugs a few steps.

"Oh, I hear a big airplane!" shouting again at the top of his lungs. I watch him look up and all around to track down that plane.

 "Hey, Mimi, look at the flowers!" we walk to the entrance of our development. The garden area is filled with vinca's of all colors and hues. He stops to smell the flowers and picks a few for me.

"Look, circles!" he excitedly points to the man-hole covers and then runs off to find squares.

"Hey, Mimi, bumpies!" as we walk along the sidewalk with bubble bumps for traction. (he loved to go over these in a stroller when he was smaller)

We continue our walk through the neighborhood finding circles and squares, blue one and red ones.
Stopping occasionally to see ants crossing  our path or watching birds flying overhead. Finnlay focusing on his discoveries and Wendy, our poodle and I walking quietly behind .

Turning a corner we walk beside a fence stretching the full side of a patio home. From the other side comes fierce barking and growling. Finnlay says nothing, he quietly comes to my side, reaches up and takes hold of my hand. We walk unhurriedly, hand in hand to the end of the fence. The barking subsides and away he goes exploring the next ant hill or rock or stick.

Powerful lesson, huh!

Psalm 121