The King encountered his first butterfly today. Honestly, it was probably a moth. Well, I thought it was a moth until google searching "white butterfly with two black spots." Yes, it was the very common Piers rapae (small white) butterfly. To say King was excited is to understate the moment. He gave one chase until another popped up before him, gave that one chance until it disappeared and was soon running for more as they danced with one another mere inches from his reach.
He's growing in independence, but still likes his companion nearby. Especially to join in play. He wants to share his favorite places and games. I have to remind myself to be in the moment. In my adult world there are always a dozen things to be done and playing with a ball or chasing for no purpose is never in that list. Sometimes I have to recognize that my list of things to do is not as important as the opportunity to bond with my son. You'd think that's a no brainer, but the list is a powerful lure for a busy adult desiring to make busy work.
One day he'll go out to play and won't need me or necessarily want me to come along so JP, enjoy these days while you have them. Not all men are as fortunate.