We had peanut butter and nutella sandwiches with cucumber slices for lunch, and we made a fort in which she whispered to me, “Grand’ma, I’m so glad we get to spend time together.”

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We went on a scavenger hunt during which we found 5 acorns, one stone, one stick with mushrooms on it and a bird house with bird poop inside.

We took a long walk uphill to go look at a carved owl and we touched its eyes and beak. Then we turned around and she started to run down the hill, but her little three year old legs kind of felt like they were going a little too fast with the momentum.

“Grand’ma, please, carry me, ’cause I’m scared to fall.”

I tightened my grip on her little hand.

“We aren’t going to fall if we don’t rush, Emmaline,” I said. “If we just put one foot in front of the other and don’t rush, we are going to get there safely.”

“Okay, Grand-ma.” She held on to my hand for dear life. “Okay, Grand-ma.” she said again. “One foot in front of the other and we don’t rush.”

“Yeah, and we can have some hot cocoa when we get home!”

She relaxed her little hand in mine. “And put some cream on our hands to make them oh-so-soft?”

We put one foot in front of the other, my Emmaline and I, and we made it home in one piece.

And I keep replaying in my mind the picture of her little legs carefully walking down the steep hill one foot at a time. And how easy it really was to get home safely.

Tomorrow, when life’s momentum feels a bit too fast and scary, I am going to hear her voice in my head, “Okay Grand-ma. One foot in front of the other and we don’t rush.”

I am going to trust my Father because He says that I am going to get home safely. And I am going to relax my hand in His, and just put one foot in front of the other.

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