Several years ago, we visited Kyle's family in Kansas City for Christmas.
One evening, while we were enjoying time at Kyle's brother's house, Matt and Liz's oldest son - then an only child and just over two - was running loops of the first floor of their home, chanting:
"I Running! ... I Running! ... I Running!"
He was at the end of his day, using every last ounce of energy to stay in motion a few seconds longer.
Recently, this scene flashed vividly to mind. Olive was enjoying some time outside. She looked to Kyle, and said,
"I Running! Fast!"
We both grinned.
toast with purls
2 hours ago