It was the summer of 1995 and I was 26 years old. My son had just turned three and my mother I suggested I take him to McDonalds. So he and I walked the probably half mile to McDonalds and got lunch.
As we sat in our booth it was just him and I. This little man eating a happy meal, laughing and chattering and I enjoyed my lunch with him so much. I wondered why we didn’t do this more often, just him and I.
I remember getting up from our lunch, wishing it could have lasted longer. And then life went on.