monday || the stick

“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.” 
― Mary Anne Radmacher

i move through the day with some doubt, but allow myself to just sit
with the feeling until it softens. i finish this and want everyone to read it now. 
i make chicken tacos for dinner and later, as the golden hour starts, i give him his stick
and sit with him in the grass, supervising so he does not choke. I wonder
what it is about this stick that he loves so. but also think who am i to question? 
both of us happy in this golden moment, him with his stick and me with my camera.