There’s something very tender about watching softness exist naturally.
The way children instinctively reach for small creatures.
The way Tuxie slows his pace around them.
The way gentleness teaches itself without anyone needing to explain it.
Over the years, I’ve realized some of the most meaningful moments in life are the quiet in-between ones.
A walk.
Small footsteps.
A familiar rhythm.
Everyone moving together without thinking about it.
Tuxie has been part of so many versions of our family story now.
Not just mine.
Ours.
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