Our fourteen month old son was glued to me this afternoon. I decided to make the most of it by strapping him on my back while folding laundry. So, out to the van we went for the baby backpack. As I put Dowan down on the driveway, a grin spread across his face and his stature began to increase. Hearing a few nearby crows, Dowan’s smile widened. The next moment, he puffed out his chest and raised his arms as if to join in their flight. No one has yet to tell this boy he can’t fly.
Do you still have your wings?