Took a long walk down with my boys in the Dyke Marsh along the Potomac River today and the beauty never ceases to amaze me: the solid trees with limbs that fan out heavenward, the large blue Potomac River that divides us from the National's Capital, the brilliantly white Potomac bridge, quiet meandering ducks, thick tenacious vines that wrap themselves so fervently around the stalks of larger trees, the mess of amazonian type vines that dangle from above and the littering of spiny, ironclad chestnut shells.
Since learning to walk, Gabriel is so independent now, wanting to walk everywhere and very adamant that he do it without any help. Are we surprised, given who his parents are? And although he's taken a few tumbles, he's insistent and getting better and faster every day. I think we can officially call him a toddler now... But even though he's walking, the sweetest thing is, rather than scrambling to get out of my arms every second of the day to try walking, he now lingers a bit longer or seeks me out to hold him which is sweet.
Now that Gabriel is walking, it seems these long walks we've so enjoyed
are now... longer.... Which, on a Sunday afternoon with no agenda, is nice, because it forces us
to take a slower pace and stop to examine the beauty a little bit
deeper.
It also means that we take a little more dirt home with us. And one very TIRED boy!
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