I trudged and Gigi skipped up the meandering stone path, sword ferns and salmon berries on either side.
Things weren’t exactly going according to plan.
The plan: give Gigi so many chores, she’d settle down on what mattered. A.k.a., us.
But no matter how many tasks I assigned her, the effort she expended only reinvigorated her. She was like a spider monkey on crack, swinging from one branch to the next, fueled by some boundless source of energy.
It was refreshing.
Where she bounced through life, I’d always dragged myself along. It made me formidable, a slow plodding giant who let nothing get in his way. Harder to knock over than a castle keep.
And I wouldn’t let anything come between us. Whether she knew it or not, I’d trudge my way towards her, around her, inside her until she had no
