I went for a hike last week with Beth and was struck by the fact that my girl couldn't avoid a puddle for the life of her. It was as if those pink boots of hers were drawn like a magnet to every puddle in her path. Even the small ones.
I loved watching her. I was in awe.
It made me long for a childlike spirit of adventure. I wanted to recapture the five year old in me.
Ever felt that way?
I couldn't help but think that as I get older, I go out of my way to avoid puddles. I go out of my way to avoid mess. In the process, I miss out on adventure. I miss out on the freedom of living in the moment. The joy of fully embracing life.
It's no secret that these days that I am missing my girl tons. She's at school full days now. I never expected to feel like this. No one is more surpirsed than I am. The truth is I'm kind of lost without her around.
There's a part of me that doesn't want Beth to grow up. I guess maybe I just don't want her to stop jumping in puddles.
I hope along that way that I can learn from her. Learn more of what it means to fully embrace life and find joy in the simplist of pleasures.
