Me and my girl at the beach
Aug 13, 2010
~ Neil Diamond, Sweet Caroline
We step out of the car and into the parking lot. I instinctively extend my hand to Brooke as we walk around the back of the car.
She takes it and we walk hand in hand across the lot.
To anyone passing by, we look just like any mother and daughter walking into a store.
Well, almost any.
If they look closely enough, they’ll see that THIS mom is beaming.
The smile just happens.
There’s no way I can suppress the thrill that comes each and every time that my daughter takes my hand – my whole hand – and holds it without complaint.
It’s been eight months now since the first time that she took my hand like this.
And in those eight months, we’ve walked through an awful lot of parking lots.
Yet still, it feels new and novel and wonderful EVERY SINGLE TIME.
I am incapable of taking this moment for granted.
Holding hands with my girl.
A simple act.
That isn’t really so simple.