They run free, the wind blowing their hair upright, daring me to try to keep up as they make their way down the path the runs behind the baseball diamond. Their screeches and high-pitched laugher most likely heard all over our cozy little beach town.
Although I can’t see their facial expressions from twenty feet behind, I can feel their smiles extended from ear to ear.
A mother just knows these things, after all.
With their lists clutched tight in one hand and small buckets in the other, they race to find the first item on their lists.
We are off on one of our favorite morning activities: Nature Hunt.
Together we search out sticks, rocks, interesting leaves, and coins fallen from pockets and left behind. We look for wood chips, flowers, and pinecones.
“Down the hill”, yells sweet boy as he changes course in search of a flower. “Wait! We have to roll”, declares sweet girl, knowing that rolling is far more exciting then running.
The nature hunt will have to wait as we roll and roll and roll again.
These moments should not be rushed…