Grit. So determined to go up the hill. Even though he hasn’t figured out how to pedal yet. He pushes with his little feet. Relentless, slow and steady. Only when he reaches the top does he tells me he is tired and needs a “hug” (which means to carry him).
Darling son, may you always rise to the top and take on life’s adventures with such courage, resolve and perseverance.
A little nudge for all of us from my 3 year old son that if there is a will, there is a way.