I took a long walk yesterday for the first time in ages, and my youngest went with me. Her 11-year-old legs had a hard time maintaining my adult pace, so she jogged a little here and there to stay by my side. I know I’ll soon be struggling to keep up with her as she grows into a teenager and then a young woman. Our relationship will change, and so will the moments we have together. Some will be bad, some will be good. All will be different.

I will remember that walk yesterday, her innocence, her curiosity, her laugh, and those little legs trying to keep up with mine.