I had another post planned for today, but then I walked Bubba to day care this morning. Or rather, I walked and she ran.

As I held her hand extra tight she galloped cheerily along, slowing only to pull herself together from a giggling fit.

Or when we neared the house we think Cat lives in. No cat.

Finally, after about 400m she tired. I carry? she asked, arms in the air. I carry of course means mumma carry.

Gladly, my Love Bug.

Gladly.