We went hiking last night at dusk. We stomped in mud, splashed in the water, hopped over rocks, heard trains rumbling, and drank ice cold water from our CamelPak. We made it back to our car after sunset – happy, a little overheated, dreamy.
Our 1-year-old drifted off to sleep quickly after bath and kisses, a delighted exhaustion. Our 3-year-old hiked the entire way herself, her able legs guiding her (she’s becoming quite the expert hiker) so we thought she’d go to sleep fast…but she stayed up until 10:00PM! P.S. We finished “Ramona the Pest” last week and then we finished “The Boxcar Children” in 3 nights shortly after that so we’re up for a new chapter book (I’m still taking recommendations).
After the girls were in bed, Tim and I had a glittery-eyed conversation that lasted from 10pm – 2am. After that, we both couldn’t sleep from excitement and fear and joy. It was one of those talks where we said, “Could we really do it? Yes, we could!”
We have some crazy, impossible dreams on our hearts – dreams that terrify us with their BIGness – dreams that are so close we can almost touch them. We’re just about ready to jump out of our comfort zone and into the wild. Stay w/ us as our story unfolds.
What did you do this weekend? When was the last time that you did something that scared you to death?