So I saved Judah’s life the other day. I don’t want to sound full of myself or anything, but I’m pretty sure pulling shards of glass from his mouth while talking to my mom on the phone qualifies me for any branch of military. Note, I’m not looking for military employment. If that’s not convincing enough, I also walked four miles (I am exaggerating very slightly for story content) to and from our home and the car service station. Sure, maybe we were walking beside tranquil waters, spying on diving ducks, but pushing a double stroller with two toddler’s feet that never stop riding on the front wheels, that’s gotta count for something.
I’ve been thinking about adventure lately. Mostly in regards to drumming up enough husbandly interest to pack the babies in the car, drive across country and spend the holidays with family. Note, it’s not gonna happen. But also in regards to how each season of life plays out different versions of adventure and how some may seem more grand than others, but each one adds to the character and substance of life.
The holidays bring with it the opportunity for retrospect. Re-evaluating goals from the previous year, adding notches to our proverbial belts and making space for next year’s adventures. My parents have a tradition. Each year around their anniversary, they sit down together and fill in their calendars with goals and adventures they plan on having. Sort of like having a loosely knit vision of what the next year will hold. You know what I think? That’s the best way to maximize any of life’s adventures, big or small.
A new and very exciting feat…holding onto and biting into an apple. It’s the little victories!
Some days, like lately, we make adventure happen when the cold Winter rain keeps us cozied inside with our “baby go-carts” filled with cars and snacks of half eaten apple cores. And sometimes it’s planned out in the details of daily routine or happens when life veers off that routine unexpectedly. No matter how it happens or if we have to look a little harder to find it, I love the little adventures in this season of life.
Christmas tree lights, when bitten on hard enough (Judah) will break, exiling the tree to the kitchen.
The other evening we bundled up and biked to the water to watch the sun set. As the wind blew off the water, I tossed different ideas around. Plans of what this Christmas will look like and what I want our lives to look like in another twelve months. Not solidifying anything in stone, yet entertaining those ideas with great possibility. When shuffling around the timeline for present and future goals, it’s hard not to get excited about what those adventures will be like, don’t you think?
I think I’m going to love December this year. It’s getting chilly outside, but no prospect of snow (I’m not a fan of traditional Winters) and there’s a brand new box of salted caramel hot coco in the cabinet that I plan on utilizing tonight.
We had a really fun date night last night and while the boys refused to participate in nap time today, I’m utilizing my coffee addiction powers and we’re off to play at the park before dinner.
How’s this week been for you?