“Easy feet, Darcy.”
The girl nods seriously and begins to tippy toe tothe middle of the bridge, where Liam is now squatting low to the floor.
“T’mon, Liam!” Darcy grabs his arm and tries to hoist him up.
I expect him to fight her and stay in his crouched safety, but to my surprise, he stands with her, their little hands linked as big sister and little brother traverse the treacherous terrain together. Darcy cheers as they reach the other side, and Liam screeches with delight.
“Way to go, bud!” I shout. He rewards me with a huge toddler smile, taking up his whole face. “Go do it again.”
The children grab hands again and go across the bridge once more, running this time, joyous squeals ringing out in the chilly morning. Liam wants to do it again and again, and his older sister is more than happy to oblige.
I take out my phone and stand against the bridge. “Here, let’s get a selfie so Mummy can see how brave you are.”
It’s funny how children these days know what a selfie is and know exactly how to pose for one. Darcy is all sass, standing with a hand on one cocked hip. Liam holds the bars and tries to stick his face between them, his fake camera smile making him look constipated with his eyes squinched shut. I snap a few shots and send the kids on to keep playing together. I keep one eye on them while I shoot the picture off to Lady Maier.
I flip back to the thread with theprince, my finger hovering over the plus sign on the screen.Is it appropriate to send selfies to the prince?I mentally shrug. He just sent me one. Plus, I know he’s at least semi-close with the Maiers. I attach the picture and add,We’ve conquered the perilous wiggly bridge.
