This week, my two older daughters had the opportunity to attend a homeschooling nature study program. While they were digging for worms in a compost pile and learning about various ecosystems, I took advantage of the sunshine and went on a hike with Mary Elizabeth. I stuffed her in my Ergo. It had been a long time since I’d carried her in there for an extended period time now that she’s an extremely mobile and tenacious explorer. She snuggled close and seemed very content to come along for the ride. I was content, too, even when my lungs were burning as I hiked up steep inclines toting around an extra 24 pounds. It felt good to have to labor to breathe. It’s a physical reminder of just how alive I am.
It was a beautiful day, and the woods were quiet except for birdsong and the sound of my feet traveling along the muddy ground all mushy from the newly melted snow. The air was brisk and a cold wind swept across us, but the sun was warm, the sky was blue dappled with fleecy, white clouds, and it felt wonderful to be outside after being cooped up during our snow-apocalypse last week. It was nice, too, to be alone with just my toddler. Except for nursing sessions, we rarely have quiet, alone time together.
The views were breathtaking, too. My iPhone camera definitely doesn’t do them justice, and I’m having a hard time deciding which view was the best. What do you think?
|What I saw when I looked down.|
|What I saw when I looked to the left.|
|What I saw when I looked ahead.|
I know the river is pretty and all, but I think photo number one wins the prize. (Although I am the obnoxiously biased mother.)
Have a good weekend!