22 months ago, exactly, you held him in your arms for the very first time.
Your hands have held me, and kept my daughter safe.
Countless joyful afternoons were spent swinging on your arms, feeling the breeze whisper on my face as you flung me back and forth – always careful, always strong.
Today, he felt it too.
Just a note on ages of kids for those interested – in the photo of my dad swinging our daughter – she was 14 months old, in the photo of my dad swinging our son, he is 22 months old. 8 months of difference in the ages – but SO SO different in terms of size – our daughter is this little petite thing and our son is a line backer.
Love them.