Yesterday around 4:30 p.m. I took a run.
Around the corner, down the hill, past the ducks, up the hill,
through the tunnel...
Enriqueboy's favorite part is the tunnel.
Right before that second hill,
we passed a lady walking her dog.
She saw me coming and stepped to the side.
(We're a wide load.)
"I'm jealous" she said, "You have children that young and running."
I smiled and graciously said 'thank you.'
It was all real fast though, and we went on our way.
As the sun set, and Squísh snoozed,
I thought about her words.
I've been so grumpy lately, and my pirates are tired of it.
I am too.
Her passing comment snuck under the oversized stress I've
been hauling around, and I realized for the fifty-seven-bajillionth time
I'll always have stressors.
But young pirates?
They're once in a lifetime.
I needed to re-prioritize.
maybe that's my favorite part of running: life changing realizations mid-stride. sending a hug and prayers that your back will be made stronger to bear the burdens that rest on your shoulders.
ReplyDeleteyou are so strong. just think how much more wonderful and meaningful that darling house of yours will be ;) gratitude changes us, doesn't it? i've got to get my workouts back to the great outdoors. i miss those moments when all is right in the world.
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