I really enjoy rambling walks around the neighborhood with Charlie. He walks, stops, investigates, asks questions, trespasses. It's the perfect pace for my slow and pregnant gait.
He finds sticks and makes concerned faces over his newfound treasure.
He climbs over small fences and poses by perfect strangers' shrubbery. Notice how he's watching for the cops. Or, at least the homeowners.
And sometimes, I catch him in an unguarded moment of nothingness. He's just smiling, relaxed and not trying to ham it up.
2 years + 8 months + 19 days old. Each day moves faster and faster.