Mother’s little helper
They all grow up fast Fledglings straining to take flight Small wings, still so wet. [Addendum] Corny-@ss haiku — I can’t help myself sometimes. Forgive the novice.
Just a moment
Running alongside the stroller with him. He’s still so small as to face backwards in the infant car seat propped into it. We are en route to pick up his sister from preschool. I try to position myself in such a way as to block the sun from his eyes.