Life

The wonderful thing about life is often found in the aftermath of pain.

We've faced a difficult winter with our family's health concerns.  My husband's father has been very ill, not once, but twice, with Cancer. Two different types.  Yeah.

We see the blooms beginning to sprout after the snow and realize that Spring is around the corner, and we still celebrate life, regardless if it is waxing or waning.

I took my kids and dogs for a hike today, up a little knoll that had a fantastic view of the ocean and some islands from the top of it.  Everyone was sweating by the end of our trip.

I think we'll drive down there (tis a bit of a distance) and run up that hill a couple of times a week on top of the daily walks with the mutts and the three runs a week.