Sunday, September 25
Today that little bird is two months old and I'm all sentimental and thought-y. Good gracious, I can't explain how much I want her to love being outdoors, and how much I want these hikes to be a part of her very being. As she ages I hope that the crunch of leaves and sticks beneath her feet are as familiar to her as the sound of a car racing by is for most of us. And that the smell of wet leaves is a nostalgic reminder of her childhood. And I hope that our little girl understands and respects nature deeply (and that she'll teach me a thing or two about it in the meantime!)
But for now we'll just keep taking her out there. Let her see what she sees, eavesdrop on our life-talks, and drift off when she feels the need.