My daughter texted me , asking which mountain
would be better for her sweet 9 year old canine , who runs with her daily , but
still... Which prompted me to feel such gratitude for all the mountains we
managed to climb with the kids . God , with my lungs I was SLOW! But up we'd
go, to my beloved Mt. Washington , and others.
Little local Bear Mountain, with its short but steep incline, for numerous Mother's Day picnics or just something to do on the weekend , the mist obscuring the valley far below, the hawks keening. So spectacular.
So I gazed at this Monadnock moment,grateful to be the holder of 100,000 photographs of the moments of our lives; recalling the climb up, the two younger ones running with their strong muscles , spatting , then all of us delighting in the stark rock summit. Beautiful.
I texted it to my kids and my husband, then sat here just feeling the sun on my face that hot hot August day, the ledge we ate lunch on , the silent exhausted kids asleep in the back seat while we held hands on the way home, grateful for the day and the small reprieve.
Little local Bear Mountain, with its short but steep incline, for numerous Mother's Day picnics or just something to do on the weekend , the mist obscuring the valley far below, the hawks keening. So spectacular.
So I gazed at this Monadnock moment,grateful to be the holder of 100,000 photographs of the moments of our lives; recalling the climb up, the two younger ones running with their strong muscles , spatting , then all of us delighting in the stark rock summit. Beautiful.
I texted it to my kids and my husband, then sat here just feeling the sun on my face that hot hot August day, the ledge we ate lunch on , the silent exhausted kids asleep in the back seat while we held hands on the way home, grateful for the day and the small reprieve.
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