This week, with the weather being utterly glorious for a change, we have spent most of our time outside, trying to tidy up bits in the garden, eating picnics on the lawn and going for evening strolls before Little One's bedtime. Each evening, around 7pm, instead of the usual 'In the Night Garden' and 'Peppa Pig' fest, we went out for a walk together, just down our lane and along to see the horses.
Of course, Little One was totally in his element, being allowed to run around without his reins, collecting pebbles and throwing them in the field, and going through his little repertoire of animal sounds. He seemed so much like a little boy and less like a baby. It took me right back to that first walk we took him on in the same place, when he was a tiny, fragile newborn, straight out of special care. He could not look and seem more different. Time needs to slow down a bit sometimes. It seems you only have to blink and they've grown up.
As we walked along hand in hand, Mr F and I started reminiscing about how much Little One has changed, particularly in the past month or so. His vocabularly has come on in leaps and bounds, he's a real little chatter box and he's certainly inherited a feisty streak from somewhere. He can have the most fiery of tantrums and then be a little giggle monster a couple of minutes later, and he certainly knows what he wants. Only the other day, he went and opened the kitchen cupboard, tipped out a box of Weetabix and toddled off munching on a dry biscuit. A new set of child locks may be in order perhaps.
But being allowed that freedom off his reins made him seem so much older somehow. He wasn't restricted by time or space, he was allowed to wander off, just enough for him to feel a bit of independence, and he loved it. He did manage to find a dry dog poo which he picked up and presented to us as a gift, which wasn't the best of moments. But he also talked to the horses and fed them some hay which were lovely moments.
The sunlight was just gorgeous, with the sun setting over the sky. What is it about the light in that 'golden hour' as it's called that makes you feel so emotional and reminiscent? Reminiscent of moving to this stunning location 4 years ago, but also sad at the realisation that we probably can't live here forever. Reminiscent of those first early walks in the same spot but emotional at how quickly he changes.They were just ordinary evening walks really, but I think I shall remember them for a long time, just like that first walk with our fragile newborn son, nearly two years ago.