Lucy and I went for her first walk today.
She held tightly on to my finger, and sauntered down our driveway and into the street. It took a little coaxing to get her to the sidewalk (read: I picked her up and carried her, despite vociferous protests) but once there, she toddled almost down to the main cross-street, almost two full blocks.
As we walked, the full weight of all the things she has to experience yet overwhelmed me.
Rain. Storms. And why the ground can be concrete, or asphalt, or dirt. Why that is. Places that have not been landscaped and paved to within an inch of their life. Mysterious holes in the earth. Inchworms and ladybugs. Sunsets, and walking on the beach, finding sand crabs. The desert, the mountains. Trees, and different kinds. That a dog can be a mighty range of creatures, as can cats. Other cities. The world.
I get to introduce her to many of these things. Or be there when she discovers them.
It was a good walk.