Proud

"Every father should remember one day his son will follow his example, not his advice."

This morning, as the first light of dawn filtered through the trees, I embarked on a trail run with my son. It was one of those rare moments where the world seems to pause, allowing us to fully immerse ourselves in the experience.

We set a steady pace, moving in harmony with the rhythm of nature. The air was crisp, the path winding through the serene beauty of the forest.

As we ran, I glanced at my son. His face was lit with pure joy, a radiant smile that reflected his excitement and pride. It was a sight that filled me with immense happiness and a sense of deep connection. This shared activity, a simple yet profound run, seemed to mark the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. A hobby we could enjoy together, fostering not just fitness, but a bond that would grow stronger with each mile.

The morning was serene, almost meditative, and a bit emotional. Watching him beam with pride made me incredibly proud. As we finished our run, I felt a profound gratitude for this experience, knowing it was the start of many more shared adventures.