Yesterday we went out as a family and walked along the old railroad
trail starting from Somerset Bridge and ended up at Sound View Road in
Somerset. The children rode their bikes while we strolled. Stopping along the
way to take in the beauty of the Island Bermuda, we call home.
The air was perfect. The ocean crystal clear and still. Allowing
us to see right to the bottom. The flowers beautiful. Lizards crawling on
flowers. Nature at its best. My children laughing and racing each other. My husband
and I holding hands. Pure joy running through us all. Encountering other people
enjoying the tranquillity of the day as well. Each person exhibiting the same
joy as we were experiencing. Out in the fresh air. Away from computers,
televisions. Cell phone packed away. Just walking, riding bicycles, running. Taking
in the scenery.
Our children engaging us about topics they may not have otherwise
done so if they didn’t feel so free. Watching them exploring the rocks after we walked down a set of stairs that
looked like they would take us right down into the sea. Hearing the excitement
in my children voices as they climbed over the rocks. Taking me back to the
days when they were a lot younger and exploring was all they wanted to do.
Looking out over the ocean and feeling like that little girl again who often
looked out over the ocean wondering what people on the other side were doing. Knowing
now because of how interconnected we are all from all parts of the world
because of social media that some were enduring hardships while others were
enjoying the day as we were.
Our walk ending with pure joy. Stopping to see my dad.
Seeing the life come back into his eyes when he came outside, sat in the sun and
watched his grandchildren riding round his yard on their bikes. My younger
brother coming home and sitting with us. Calling my older brother in Tennessee
to wish him a happy birthday. Watching my dad’s pride spread across his face as
he chatted with my brother from Tennessee. Extended family time together. Not
planned. Just happened.
Taking the children to the ice cream parlour on our way
home. A good old fashioned treat that never goes out of style. Ending the day
with my son saying to me as I was saying good night to him. “Thank you mommy
for organising today. It was fun with us all being together. I love you.”
Bending down and kissing my son good night. My heart swelling
with pride, love and joy knowing it really is the simple things our children
want in life. Love. Security. Family time and good old fashioned quality time.
It’s times like those I will always treasure.
Simple unexpected moments.
I thanked my son. Telling him thank you for thanking me and
for enjoying our day. Telling him I loved him too. Inhaling his freshly washed hair. Grateful that
I have a teenager who still wants to be with his family. Enjoying the time
while he does. Going to bed last night with a full heart. And grateful spirit.
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