my view

She grabs her jacket, dashes out the front door and bounds down the front steps. He is there waiting for her. She stands next to him and he wraps his arm around her. He is taller, so his arm fits comfortably and casually around her shoulder. They stand there silently, smiling at each other. Her hair is golden and glowing in the afternoon sun. He gently pets her hair. Then all of the sudden someone kicks a soccer ball, and they both chase after it.

Watching them, I almost forgot that they are only three and four years old. They might as well have been fourteen and fifteen. From the window I see this type of interaction between them nearly everyday. They play soccer holding hands. They walk with their arms around each other. For them, I know it is completely innocent. They are neighbors, close friends. But for me, it marks the beginning of her life outside of our home. Her own relationships, apart from me.

And today I couldn't help but flash forward to the day Canon grabs her jacket, dashes out the front door, bounds down the front steps, and hops in his car.
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Elly, you will always be my baby, though....right?!