We dropped Adam and Mark off at a bike trail with their bikes and drove to the Snohomish River (Braeden was at work). When Emma was three we walked along the same path because we lived by that bend in the river. She'd push her bright pink doll stroller. (I think sometimes she put her stuffed cat Sally in the stroller. A cat walker!) Braeden would ride a miniature bike with training wheels. I have always loved that little stretch of the river...
Anyway, memory lane tangent aside, Emma and I walked along the river. It was beautiful, as always.
Rivers make me feel peaceful. They keep moving moving moving on their way but they are essentially the same. I guess they make me feel like it's OK to move move along. You still are essentially the same. I don't know. It makes more sense in my head than I can express successfully in writing.
Emma is a grand companion.
She sort of makes me feel peaceful too. (And she got her braces off this week!) Emma is an undemanding and self sufficient person. She is funny in subtle ways that bring me delight. She's pleasant and strong willed and clever and creative and smart. It's possible I should start an Emma fan club.
When we're together, we talk, or not. She's good at accents and remembering everything she's ever read or watched, so she's entertaining. She's also peaceful like a river. Companionable silence with Emma is wonderful. We get that about each other.
The boys joined us on their bikes. Adam offered to let us ride his bike for awhile but the seat is too far off the ground. Riding may have worked but the only way to get off would have been to crash. Emma and I decided we were both afraid of heights. We kept walking.
When I count my blessings, I count Emma twice. I love my girl.
2 comments:
Gorgeous pictures! I especially love that last one with those two very beautiful ladies. Emma's teeth look terrific!
Nice teeth. I keep getting ideas for comments and Olivia has beat me to it.
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