When I picked Sylvia up she and a friend were making a tunnel in the sand. They were so determined to finish it. I gathered her stuff and left them to it. When they finished they held hands and jumped on it to see if they could break it. I wish I’d gotten a picture of that.
I wonder how much longer Sylvia will have such an easy relationship with boys. Not that they don’t drive her crazy sometimes, but how long will she be able to just work together and innocently clasp hands and be joyful in success with no baggage or fears.
For a while I hope. Forever maybe.