The air was mild, the sunlight, golden. And it sure felt good to get up and move after such a busy morning cooking and a full-belly feast.
While we walked in the desert splendor, and as I watched those sunlit heads bobbing ahead of me I was momentarily choked with gratitude to my Heavenly Father for my life. For those boys, and their strong, handsome dad leading us. For the sun, the air, the path under my feet, and my healthy body. For everything.
And then Brandt wanted his picture taken, I swallowed the lump in my throat, and life continued.
But I cherish moments of communion like that like little gems.
And climb some more.
They need that.
On the way back home Brandt fell asleep in the warmth of his car seat and had to be awakened for pie. Boy, were we all ready for that pie. And though I was worried because I baked my mom's Apple Slices Pie for the first time, there was no need to be. Mmmm.
It was a beautiful day. And I hope your's was too.