…Because let’s be honest, ‘wordless’ isn’t really my thing.
I live on a street that seems to me a southern version of San Franscisco, with its tight row houses and steep, sloping sidewalks. Addison loves to sit on her scooter and fly down the hill in front of our house because it feels dangerous and because I have repeatedly told her not to.
Once my sister asked her, “Addison, how many times do you think you’ve ridden that scooter down this big hill?”
Thinking, she looked up to the sky, where a flock of birds blazed a path almost as rapid as hers. “As many times as there are birds in the sky,” she said.
We should all do the things we love as often.