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A walk with Mooch

 I call him Mooch, his dad calls him Piglet, his name is Francisco. 

Francisco is my 21 year old son. He is kind and thoughtful and funny. When he was younger we were inseparable but now he's an old guy. 

Yesterday, he talked about a sandwich place, La Panineria NYC, and we decided to take a walk.  I have'nt walked with him in a while. I jumped at the chance. 3 miles of walking and talking. No phones or TV. 

At first, I thought it was a bit weird. He has the long legs and I was struggling to keep up. 

"Slow down," I said. 

I can't help it. 

But he slowed down. 

We walked some more, talked some more, ease-dropped on the people walking behind us. 

We got to the shop and ordered our lunch. He treated me to lunch and paid for my salad. 

Such a nice gesture. 

I was smiling under my mask. 

Then we zigzagged the streets of Manhattan back to our apartment. 

We got home, plopped on the sofa and enjoyed our food. 

I felt a flood of gratitude. 

Grateful for a walk. 

Grateful for the sun. 

Most grateful for a slice of time with my son. 


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  1. This sounds like a lovely walk and it is so nice that you got this time with your son.

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  2. So lovely. I'm so glad you got this time to share a walk and a meal.

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  3. I love spending time like this with my 21 year old son too. It means more to us than they will probably ever know. Thanks for sharing this heartwarming story.

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  4. I love that you had the chance to do, both the walk AND the lunch! Those type of experiences are worth their weight in gold right now! I'm sure you savored both greatly! :)

    Thanks for sharing today!

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