concrete love

My almost.walking.littlest.one and I were exploring. Toddling around some concrete backstreets early one Sunday morning. [My other Favourite People were sitting at a cafe but who wants to sit when you’re Almost One and you can adventure instead? No-one! [that’s who].

So there we were. Looking at ants, staring up at street signs, gazing at street art when a beautiful older man shuffled by.

Crinkled.face, worn shoes, pants hitched up with string and a book tucked under one arm. Hello! He sang. And we hello-ed back. Well, aren’t you beautiful?! He asked my Littlest One [gurgled baby agreement]. Just like your mum! He smiled. And me! [he added, laughing]. And I laughed too.

So lovely. [My morning: made].

Tags: baby love, connection, happiness