Late afternoon. 20°C, sunny.

Going to the park. Watching the ducks and the chickens. Walking down Cascais fortress, overlooking the sea and the fishermen boats.

Laughing. Watching. Jumping. Walking hand in hand, just B and me.

No meltdowns, no screaming, no crying, no sprinting everywhere. Just a mother and son’s afternoon out.

There will be bad moments. There will be setbacks. But not this moment. This was a blissfully easy and normal moment.

So proud of B, I could burst.