The morning air was crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of grass and blooming flowers. Lily adjusted Emma’s little backpack—more for show than function—and fastened the tiny sunhat on her head. Ethan loaded the stroller into the car, his hands steady, but his eyes sparkling with quiet excitement.
“Are we ready for the park, little explorer?” Lily asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from Emma’s face.
Emma squealed in response, bouncing slightly in her mother’s arms. She had been talking nonstop this morning, pointing at the ceiling, the windows, the toys, as if she knew today would be special.
Ethan smiled, glancing at Lily. “This is going to be great. Fresh air, open space, a little adventure. She’s going to love it.”
The drive was short, filled with soft music and Emma’s happy bab
