As the golden sun poured onto us with the wet, sloshy ground beneath our feet, it felt like ours.

My son screeched with excitement when he found two objects he’s never seen before (pine cones) and carried them in his hands throughout our whole walk.

The doubt and regret seemed to slip away with the rushing creek filled with recent snow melt and assurance set in over the grunts of Lincoln’s hustle over the water-logged earth.