Little Feet

My 3-year-old daugh­ter was run­ning the length of the house this after­noon. You should have seen the huge smile she had on her face. She was hav­ing so much fun prac­tic­ing new forms – kick­ing her heels up high behind her, leap­ing for­ward in large strides, skip­ping. It reminded me how run­ning is one of the first and longest joys of accom­plish­ment we expe­ri­ence in life. What she then said to me shot pure inspi­ra­tion directly into my heart, warm­ing every cor­ner of it with hope and deter­mi­na­tion. She looked at me from across the room and explained, “I’m prac­tic­ing so that I can run with you when you get bet­ter, daddy.” She must have heard me talk­ing with her 7-year-old sis­ter about com­ing out run­ning with me once my back heals after surgery. I replied to her, “I can’t wait to run with you, sweety.” I am going to do every­thing I can to make sure my girls con­tinue to expe­ri­ence the joys that come with run­ning freely, learn­ing, express­ing, and just being.

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