Saturday afternoon was a typical fall day…cool, cloudy, and breezy.
Two years ago or more it would not have seemed inviting to me to spend time outside. Rather I probably would have donned my fuzzy pants, turned on the fire, and made some tea.
But these days the girls love to be outdoors, so we look for opportunities to take advantage of family time and fresh air. We bundled up and took the girls to the soccer fields close to our neighborhood.
As soon as their feet hit the turf, they were off. Kicking the ball, chasing leaves, running in circles, they were having a blast.
“I’m gonna get you!” I’d tease, and they’d be off, running for all they were worth. (And my almost three-year olds can actually burn some rubber…at least relative to their short-legged mama!)
As I’ve thought about what a fun afternoon we had, I can only describe the looks on their faces as ones of exuberance – pure, unadulterated joy. Their cheeks and noses red from the wind, their eyes aglow, and the biggest grins on their faces as they looked back to see me chasing them…I never want to forget it.
They are unburdened by bills, dishes, laundry, groceries, dust. And for that time on the soccer fields, I was, too.
Sure, the bills and dishes and laundry and housework will always be there waiting for me…but my little girls won’t be little forever.
And what a blessing we get to be reminded of the bigger things in life by the smallest of joys.