Moments as simple as a naked oak tree exposing all it's flaws in the raw of winter.
I'm so blessed to have a couple days during the week to venture out for a brisk walk and fresh air. The wind brushing my cheeks; the cool air stinging my nose. It's something to cherish and wishing I could do more often.
Just me, the open sky, and my God. There's nothing like it.
Today however, I was equally blessed(in a different way) to have Avery join me. The outdoors to her means adventure, make believe, and cool rocks. As we headed down the road though she decided this walk would not be worthy of our time if we didn't make it up the great big hill.
You see, we don't live on a nice paved road with sidewalks and newly planted trees; new mothers pushing their baby strollers, and folks waving hello. It's just us and the gravel road. It's just us and the great big hill.
As we journeyed along, we pretended we were lost and homes were no where to be found. We pretended there were grapes on the vine and fresh water to quench our thirst.
We pretended that the hill we were climbing was actually a mountain, but when we got to the top, we pretended we were Rocky Balboa.
Although we were tired and the journey back was just the same, we made simple memories. Nothing was left out because sometimes all you need (and she needs) is time.
Time to feel loved and time to be who we are. Just a couple of girls with our hair pulled back and our lazy pants to suit. We conquered the hill today............
Which one did you have to climb?