It's so hard to get G to come indoors now that it's summer. It's even harder when he sees soft grass. He runs through tall grass like a storybook child. He deliberately stumbles onto his stomach and peeks his head above the dandelions, gets up and runs again.
We were at Trinity Bellwoods park on Sunday and G ran through the patch of grass south of Dundas. And then he kept running. Past the bike path. Down the steep grassy hill to the dog park. Running and tumbling and rolling and running down the hill with such a smile on his face.
It's like when he went head-first down the slides last year. I was so terrified. And so, so proud.
