An Autumn Evening

I know I am long overdue for a post.

There is no way these ads are ever going to pay for anything if I don’t get my behind in gear. The truth is that I hate the pressure of the ads so I usually try to ignore them and pretend they aren’t there. The problem is… the longer I put off posting … the easier it is not to do. The unfavorable result is that posting constantly haunts me in the back of my head. “You need to post, you need to post something, anything… write about how big and fat your belly is getting… anything.” 

So tonight I am caving in (not about the big fat belly though, that will come at a later date.)

Jer came home from work and expressed his desire to see some fall colors up in the mountains. I had thought of this also during the day and upon seeing a friends blog that had recently posted on a colorful expedition to the hills, I thought that we, as well, would be rewarded adequately.

We loaded up the kids and as we drove up the canyon soon found that we were a little premature in our hopes of seeing fall colors. The leaves are barely starting to change and there were but few spots of red and hints of yellow but nothing worth grabbing the camera for. We parked and leisurely walked to our special little haunt along the river. We threw rocks into the water until the darkness that was creeping around Emma began to make her uneasy.

As we headed back to the car, I had a moment of deep appreciation when I saw a picture of us in my head. Isaac was up on Jeremy’s shoulders and Emma and I were hand in hand. Walking along the side of each other, Jeremy and Emma began a most interesting conversation about grasshoppers and of the possibility that there was a grashopper family out there that was just like us; a mother, father, medium sized daughter and a small son. I couldn’t help smiling to myself about it all. Emma was greatly enjoying this exchange and had forgotten her fears of the dark forest around us. I was caught up in the moment of how darling and sweet my little family was there, together in the beauty of the great hills. I felt that these cherished moments were the exact ones of which I had longed for so long ago. I had great gratitude for this sweetness and hoped that I could remember it when times were less… desirable.

Upon arriving home, the reality of the daily grind came back to me as we prepared for bed.

Yawn!