Tesfu and I returned from the big city this afternoon. It had been a long drive home and we were both anxious to get out of the car. I unloaded bag after bag after bag as the wee one ran into the garden to dig, then made a quick dinner and chatted about our favorite parts from the trip. Once the dishes hit the sink, my boy asked to go to the river.
Outside. Mountain air. Full river. Rocks. Blue skies. Green trees. Hills everywhere.
I loved watching him pull his bike out of the shed, pull it along the driveway, and then wait for me as I just took him in. Him and our surroundings.
Once we made it to the park, he ran and laughed and filled pails with mulch. Poured out the mulch. Filled the pails with river stones. Threw the stones far. Close. Made sure we got the water on our face.
The longer we were out there, the more relaxed he became. It was beautiful. Maybe even the first time I have seen him melt a bit as he ran around... his eyes lighting up, his smile getting bigger. When I announced it was time to go, he ran to a huge boulder overlooking the river and sat down. Just sat right down and...
and more still. Just watching the water rush by him.
It took my breath away.
He takes my breath away.