More walking...

Dear Nicky,

With me holding your hand, we walked all the way from the Stones front door to our car. I just knew you'd do better out on the tarmac. It's not as inviting a surface for you. At one point you almost wanted to quit and sit down, but much to your credit, when I said to keep going, you knuckled down and did it. I was very proud of you, but then again, I always am.

Love,
Dad