Anyway, as I'm fixing to walk out the door, my three year old says, "oh! mom! I want to go with you!" Sigh. I'm not saying that's a bad thing ...but, I was seriously doubting my heart beat was going to get above normal with my sweet cheeks in tow. Nevertheless, off we strode, hand in hand, out the door.
That's when the magic started. The air was perfect... birds were chirping... the goats were baaaa-ing...and his sweet little voice pipes up and says, "It's a pretty day, isn't it, Momma?" Ahhhhh...yes. Yes, it is.
Pretty soon, we were observing all the peculiars lying on the driveway.. sycamore balls... leaves... rocks...
We started collecting things for his treasure box. We were both "oooohing" and "aaaaahing" over little things....things that would have been overlooked had I been running....er, jogging...ok - walking fast.
And guess what?
That walk didn't raise my heart beat enough to benefit my cardiovascular health....
but it *did* make my heart go pitter-patter---
That walk didn't melt any fat...
but it *did* melt away my stress---
That walk didn't make me treasure my more fit body
but it *did* make me treasure the moment----
And that in itself, was a Treasure. <3
|Sycamore balls, tulip poplar seed pod, an acorn stick, and crepe myrtle blossoms|
|One of my treasures.. <3|