One of your first trips to the playground was around 14 months old. I can’t believe you are almost 3 now. It feels as though I was just taking this picture of you a moment ago. Being near all that playground equipment for the first time in years brought back so many childhood memories. The smell of the wood chips, sandbox sand in my shoes, that dirty metallic smell that gets transferred to your hands after gripping the chain on the swing set.
Recently, just before drifting off to sleep a childhood flashback vividly came to me. I wrote it out for you here. I hope when you tumble you don’t fall too hard.
I love you little flower,
Small hands, white knuckle grip
Full body weight
Face straining pink, red, purple
Dirty hands release