and he will lean into your hand, instead of swatting it away because he is no longer afraid that you wish to change or fix him, but feels gratitude in knowing that you accept him as he is.
you've both grown through the worry that the other is trying to change or fix, and accepted that it's love. simple love.
at the tallest rise of that bridge, about halfway over you wil step forward and place your hands on the back of the neck of the only person who loves your children the same way you do.
they will make a semi-circle around you and wait for your clucking and fussing, like a nest of newly hatched birds. and you will know which legs are the most likely to get away if you don't hurry, and which one needs to do get their face over with first.
and you will want to stop at the rise on that bridge and stand still: to see if you can hear that girl. but you won't have time, because there's rushing water under that bridge and a curious child that needs your swift feet and firm hand hold.
but she's there, you can feel her.