Something I Could Get Used To

Baby loves to walk, and she loves to walk outside. On sidewalks, she grabs me by the hand, understanding that rapid progress over uneven cement has its perils, and takes off. She has walked as far as a few blocks this way, with the occasional break. She has walked two blocks at a stretch, and doesn't seem to tire particularly – despite being all of fourteen months. It’s not just that she likes the sheer act of locomotion, which she clearly does, but she likes to go places. And she likes to lead mom and dad places. Today we walked for a little while in what may be our new neighborhood. It was something that I could easily get used to.