Run...

mommy run. I love it when your little hand is holding my hand. I love when I get to walk with you. I love even our small walk to the mailbox. As we turn the corner, I love how excited you get saying mailbox, there it is. Then you grab on tight and say run mommy run. Soon enough I won't just try and walk really fast cause it's hard to actually run at the moment; I will run with you. I love you Kenna boo.