Yesterday I picked Juliana up early from her summer program and we went to Kennywood. She hugged me and told me how excited she was to spend the rest of the day with me.
As we walked away from the van toward the entrance, I felt Juliana slip her hand into mine. Throughout the day, ride-after-ride, she slipped her hand into mine as we walked through the park. And each time I smiled and squeezed her hand.
How much longer will she want to spend the day alone with me and how much longer will she want to hold my hand as we walk around? I don’t know, but I plan to enjoy it as long as it lasts.