For the past couple of months, Spencer and I have been walking everywhere hunched over (in the most flattering way possible, I assure you) holding the hands of cutie pie while he marched up and down all around the town. And though sometimes I felt silly waddling along with my bum sticking out, one of my favorite things in the world was looking down at M’s little head bobbing along as he took those unsteady steps. Something about seeing his pot belly thrust forward as he toddled along holding my hands… It was just the cutest thing.
I even recorded him marching along from my eye level the other day just because I have always loved it so much and know that the days that he needs me to help him walk are quickly waning. I never want to forget how sweet it was to watch him determinedly move forward, his little hands in mine.
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