is it really called weekending if the weekend is already over and it is actually tuesday?
i spent the weekend here:
walking and eating and hiking and talking and laughing and sleeping under these:
3 couples, 2 babies, and one dog.
it only feels natural to be out in the woods this time of year.
crosby is at his happiest when we are in the mountains, camping or hiking.
i knew this about him when i was pregnant with him. he was so still and peaceful inside when we were rhythmically walking trails at 9 months and a week to try and coax him out into the world.
when he was one week old and i put him in a wrap carrier and we slowly walked the trails along the streams.
it is so perfectly attune to everything that i have ever felt during my adult years pre-child.
even in the days that child bearing/ raising was not really on my radar, when we went to the mountains, my thoughts naturally went to a place of wanting/longing for a child to bring into the world to raise, nurture, and show the beauty of the world. In my mind i saw children running around me on the mountain trails, their eyes wide with the excitement and exhilaration of fresh air, and the freedom that being away from the developed world brings.
taking crosby to the mountains is everything i always thought it would be. his eyes wide. his breaths deep. his sleep peaceful.
time passed by while i watched him play in the stream, picking up and examining/licking every rock he could find. but it really felt like time was standing still, and i was watching a child i created fulfill the daydreams i was having last year on this very weekend when i stood on top of a bald and looked out onto what seemed to be a million miles of mountains.
