Tender Moments With an Eighteen Month Old

In the past couple of days before the storms hit, the weather had been warm enough to take Avery to the park. But it had also been very windy.

After we played on the trampoline and tried to blow bubbles in the crazy wind, I had to tell Avery it was too windy to blow bubbles, so I walked over to her back step and sat down. Avery joined me.

I pointed out the clouds that were moving quickly and the branches on the trees that bent in the wind. All the while I was helping her wipe her hair away from her eyes. At one point when the wind was blowing so wildly we could barely see each other, Avery reached up and tenderly brushed the hair away from my face.

One little gesture, but it just about melted my heart.

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