We went, just the three of us, to an annual event in our city, one that I have wanted to take E. to ever since he was born. This year I thought he was finally old enough to enjoy it.
We went early, so it wouldn’t be crowded.
We left early, before E. became too exhausted.
We had a blast.
There was one moment, where E. was shrieking with laughter and applauding wildly during the Jack Russell races, when I looked at him and I didn’t see all the other families surrounding us with their multiple children, I only saw him and a lump grew in my throat as I realized just how damn lucky we are that we have him.
We rode the bus home, E. eating a bubblegum flavoured lollipop and clutching the little yellow tractor he’d selected as a present for his best stuffed dog because it was her birthday and she was so sad she couldn’t go with us.
It was easy.
It was fun.
It was a great day.
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