Someday.

Beacon Hill park in the spring. Like a long exhale after the winter; sandals and sun hats.

I remember when Sonja was really little, I would take her to the park and have to watch her every second and help her with absolutely everything. It was always fun, but pretty exhausting. And then I would notice some of the other parents with older children, standing back and watching, even chatting with other parents. "Someday," I thought.

Looks like someday is close at hand.