Gage turned two a month ago, and in the month since his birthday, he has blossomed past toddler-hood into a little person who converses and has opinons. He is most definitely two years old. After dropping Corwyn off at pre-school three days a week, I usually rush home to get Gage into bed for a good nap before heading back to pick Corwyn up, but today was so gloriously sunny and crisp that we walked back slowly and took a detour through the woods, just me and my little guy.
It was slow and quiet and magical and perfect. A day to remember with my little Gage.