I am crossing a road with Amanda, holding on to her small right hand with my left.  It is a 4-lane road with a divider.  I believe half of it is one-way, so on much of it I only have to look one way to make sure it is clear.  We run across the street, with me slowing down to adjust to her speed.  There is a construction barrier, like a hurdle, as we get to the other side.  Amanda is able to jump it, which surprises me but I’m proud of her.  We walk on a second level wide concrete walkway.  There are large windows to the left, like shops or businesses of some kind.  One is a childcare center.  The childcare center has a door with a large window.  A small boy is standing behind the window waiting for me.  He is my boy.  The boy is just a little guy, toddler at most.  He has light brown hair in a typical little boy cut.  I open the door and pick him up.  I am about to leave, but then open the door again and waive to a man in the center so that he knows I’m here to pick up my boy.  I hold my boy to my chest with my right arm, while holding Amanda’s hand with my left hand.  I feel intense love, both emotionally and physically.  I want to hold on for a minute and just stand there holding each of them like this.  As I do, I feel the love flowing into my chest from the boy, and up through my arm from Amanda.  The love connects all the way through, like energy flowing through my heart and down my left arm, and vice versa.