Eight.

A whirlwind of smiles and hugs and simple moments alongside each other.

He continues to twist the throttle, full speed ahead…
…while I keep letting off of mine, content with right where we are.

But there’s no slowing things down.
No matter how much I might wish.

And yet...
I’m hyper-focused here.
Where the smallest things are the largest.
Where the everyday is everything.