It was my daughter's fifth birthday, is also the fifth anniversary of her death, and I was having a hard time. Years passing doesn't make the loss less (pain). In memory of the day, my husband and I drove to find new hiking spot with our 3-year-old son.
As we drove, suddenly some guy in a huge truck nearly(run) us off the road. It was frightening, so I told my husband we should just turn back for home. our son wasn't ready to give up. He asked if we could go to a playground instead. After some (silent), we went off. My son usually just plays off to the side with his toy cars, never (take) a trip down the slide.
But maybe that day my son sensed that I was struggling. He climbed to the top of the slide and started racing his cars it. Then he went down it (he). All alone, for the very first time. He did it again and again, with the biggest smile. It brought so much joy to my heart. When I was ready to give up, my son taught me that the day could (save). All it took was a small act of joy.
