Moving

This sort of thing always moves me.

Always.

{Maddie wondered why I took this picture of these complete strangers, from behind, but I assured her it was legal and precious.}

It's precious to me because I hope that some day my son will take me out, on a sunny Sunday, to enjoy God's creation. Because he knows I need that connection to God. And I love that connection to God.

Even if I'm slow.

Even if it's inconvenient.

Even if it's tricky.

Even in the busy-ness of his life.

This picture speaks love to me.

And patience.

And tenderness.

And care.

A beautiful picture of relationship as it should be.