Just a walk. His tiny little hand in mine, squeezing my finger.

He lets me pretend I am the one leading the way.

He smiles and chatters as he watches his little boots high step over the spots of ice on the path.

He talks as if we were two old friends sharing stories on an afternoon walk. I have no idea what he is telling me- maybe just explaining how nice it is to be with Grandma and Grandpa for a few days.

Everything is a doggie, and everything is blue. How beautifully simple the world is through his eyes.

It’s just a walk… but one I hope will never end.