I got the chance to run on an unseasonably warm January day yesterday (it’s freezing today, by the way), and remembered that back in the heat of summer, I took Adam’s iPhone on my run and snapped pictures along the way. Here’s an ode to my favorite six mile route in Kansas City:
So much has gone on since I last wrote. Holidays were celebrated. Families were seen and loved. Crises came and went. We had a 10th anniversary. Children grew and were snuggled. A dog was lost and found. We felt joy and peace and rejection and hurt and much, much more. Walks were taken. Blank skies stared at in wonder. Hopes sparked. Life was lived.
I’m working at filling the unforgiving minute with 60 seconds worth of distance run. I’m admittedly pretty horrible at it. But there is hope in this heart for abundant living in simplicity, a fresh loaf of bread on the counter, and quilt squares waiting to be cut. Happy New Year!
Edit: I have no idea how to change it so it soesn’t look like Adam wrote my posts. Maybe someday I’ll figure that out. :)
I. Love. You.
Your paragraphs are poetry. I love the line “Hopes sparked. Life was lived.” You inspire me, friend. Thanks for that!