One of the advantages of living on a college campus is that the opportunities for exploring with a toddler are pretty much endless. This is especially true on our campus.
Now that summer is in full swing, M and I have a favorite activity. We pack some water and a berry bucket and we go hunting. We will spend several hours walking in the woods, along the river, through gardens in search of the ripest blueberries, blackberries and in desperate search for the last remaining strawberries. While we hunt, we sing songs and talk about our adventures.
Today, after our bucket was full, we made our way to the cabin in the garden and spent some time enjoying our berries from the comfort of an old porch swing. We then walked up to the weekly garden market and listened to someone play an African instrument, a ngoni.
On days like today, my gratitude spills over. On the really tough days, when toddlerhood rears its ugly head, I try to remember days like today and hope I was able to save a little of that gratitude in a safe place for just such an occasion. On days like today, I am reminded that this really is all there is.