Life has so many snapshots. So many moments when you look around you and try to make the memories last. On Saturday, we took our little girl on a 7-mile hike. The woods were beautiful, the mountains magnificent against the clear blue sky. The air was crisp in the early morning hours, but soon the air warmed up to an almost intolerable state. For the first 4 miles or so our daughter was happy to watch the world from her backpack, napping intermittently. Near the end of the hike, though, she stated to get antsy, and demanded attention. We listened to her cry, slightly embarrassed whenever other hikers past by, and then finally gave in and carried her in our arms the rest of the way.
At the time, I was a bit annoyed with her, but in retrospect, it’s only a fading memory. My daughter will only be a baby for so long, so I choose to enjoy the experiences with her, even if some days are less than perfect. I chose to enjoy the time my husband and I get with her, while she’s still young. I’m sure, when my husband is deployed, I will wish for these days once again, the days in which my daughter cries for miles and miles of our hike. It was a less than perfect memory, but over all, God still blessed us with a beautiful hike on a beautiful morning. Oh how thankful I am for such times as this!