Day 30 – Walking With the Baby

The Monday morning fog grew thicker once the sun came up. The baby laid down for his morning nap and was sweet like an angel.

So, we shifted the routine.

We walked close to 11.

The breeze was pleasant.

The light through the trees was not at all blinding, only inviting.

Artist me, blogger and wanna be memoirist cherishes a bumpy walk with a baby boy making baby sounds and the absolute simplicity of God being close.

Close to me on a morning walk.

Morning Walk

Also, a yellow butterfly hovered over us.

Baby Henry looked up in a curious search.

I’m not sure who’s spirit it was.

But, I’m leaning towards my mama.