Because You're My Friend.

I was walking down the sidewalk today with Garrett, strolling our way back from Freedom Park, and I asked him to hold my hand. (I did this for obvious safety reasons for a 2 1/2 year old.) His chunky palm surrounded my fingers.

I said, "Do you know why I asked you to hold my hand?" (Thinking the obvious.)

And he said, with his big blue smiling eyes gazing up at me, "Because you're my friend."

I smiled, grinning with a chuckle and endearment. Yes, Garrett, because you're my friend.

Isn't that a beautiful picture. Isn't that a beautiful picture of me and this beautiful little boy? Isn't a beautiful picture of what friendship really is: Holding My Hand.