Sometimes you wake up on a Saturday with no plans. Without fail, these Saturdays turn out to be my favorite. Maybe it’s because we spend less time stressing about where we need to be and more time enjoying where we are. Maybe it’s because there is so much fun to be found in the unexpected. Things like:
Finding a new trail to hike…
…then coming across a giant TeePee right in the middle of it.
The delight of throwing a twig on one side of a bridge…then running to the other to watch it come out.
Acknowledging that your child often likes to take the path less chosen…then realizing you could foster that idea instead of fighting it.
Watching as your daughter takes a risk, wanting to stop it and encourage it at the very same time, with your heart in your throat and your pride as high as the sky…
So now it’s Monday.
My ears are full with the sound of giggles and woodpecker drums. My eyes discovered something as big as a new parenting skill and as small as the bud at the end of a branch. I can still smell the dampness of the soil and the shampoo in my daughter’s hair. I still feel the soreness in my arms from carrying my son and the softness of his cheek against my skin. I have acorns in my pocket, pine needles in my hair, and love in my heart.