H = husband
On Wednesday, a sunny afternoon saw H and I at our local beauty spot, on our first, and, as usual, only, blackberrying sortie this year. Every September, I always have the romantic intention to find the lovely fruit which, often, by the time we manage to get there, has all gone!!
Still, we walked around the pool, passing a lovely little family, consisting of mum and two young children (inset-training day at school). As is the wont of ladies of my age and inclination, I have to talk to the children. They were delightful and followed us round, chatting as we went.
As we turned our different ways, we, to continue our, literally, fruitless effort and they to return to their car, the little boy (two years old - birthday, bonfire night, we'd learned) came running back and jumped up to both of us for a hug, followed, shyly, by his lovely five year old sister.
It made our day and, in bed that night, its remembrance brought a smile of pure joy to me. Such precious moments mean so much. What a lovely job their parents have done to give them the confidence to be so free and natural, so open and loving. Long may it last and may they never be hurt by it.
