Cloudy morning

Jacob, my son. Do you remember the lawn at the back of our home where you learned to walk during the Spring lockdown of 2020? Do you remember us putting masks on our face before we went into food shops? Do you remember us requesting songs from the smart speaker? Maybe not but I will. I will never forget the time you walked for the first time without holding my hand. I will never forget hearing you running up and down in the room while I tried to sleep after a long night at work. I look forward to a time when I can talk to you and show you all the games I played as a child, dominos, chess solitaire, black jack. Every day you are picking up more and more words.