It's these everyday moments that become memories in the heart of a child. For me it was a welcome change just to get outside in the beautiful spring air. For Markus it was a victorious first ride down the sidewalk on his tricycle. He stops at a familiar house, and declares he wants to go say hi. I worry about intruding, and the thought never crosses his mind. He rings the bell with his brother and they welcome themselves inside to see Murray and Derek. Why not, they're his friends, right? Why is it so complicated in my grown-up mind?

One Response to “120: This is what memories are made of.”

  1. Becky Fehr:

    I think we have the same tricycle! Good for Markus for helping you step out! We can learn so much by having the care free heart of a child as an example.

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