Early morning. Very early. A mother and her young son were walking down the sidewalk toward the corner. They had gone to the drugstore. He carried a small bag. I wonder what they needed that brought them out before the sun was even up. At the corner, the light changed and they stepped into the crosswalk. He took his mom’s hand, as if to take care of her and make sure she was safe. They made it across the street and stepped back onto the sidewalk. Mom slowed, ducked behind her son, and walked on the street side, protecting him from the traffic rushing by. A tender moment of love.