First Crawl

It was a lazy sunny day in Cannes. CNN was flickering in the background on the screen. We just had our usual Saturday morning stroll down to the beach. Boats were heading to Ile Ste Margeurite. Yachts were rocking in the breeze.

You started crawling to me - big smile on your face - faster and faster.

I caught you and swung you around.

You bubbled into the room where your mom was waiting and happily laughing.