Come walk with me.
Let’s go where the grass is green and our hair keeps getting tousled by the breeze and we can smell the woodiness of the outdoors.
Mugs of tea unfinished the night before because of falling asleep, nursing someone else to sleep – they’re telling me it’s time to get the adrenalin moving.
Little feet cuddled against my tummy at nights, how I love to see you run in the day.
That love note reminds me of a papa that plays outdoors often enough with his kids, on weekdays.
You are so blessed to have him present.
As for me I’ve been so busy working late nights the past couple of months it’s sometimes easier to watch you play more often than play along.
Today’s the day.
There are books everywhere.
I love watching you read.
But it’s time to get out. You remember, the way we used to every morning.
I thought about walking with you last weekend when I repaired the terraced garden beds and amended the soil for a new planting season and you little people got busy with scissors of all sizes, trimming the unruly, prickly hedge and then dragging all the stuff down to the compost heap below.
You’ve become adept at handling so many things including a phone camera!
Forget the garden now, come walk with me.
Forget laundry piles because we’re tired and because the soft purple blossoms you picked for me alongside the French beans make me remember our long walks around the neighbourhood with Roo still in my belly and then in her infant stroller and we never tired of spotting cats and dogs and a hundred different flowers.
I’m glad we went for that walk today.
We went on the fly because the weather at 10.30am was still cool instead of the usual tropical burn and we had enough of school at the table.
How delighted you were with the first treasure you spotted on the grass!
A jackfruit? I wasn’t sure. It was awesome heavy but you took turns carrying it between you.
And then you – not me! – you had the first glimpse of the bird.
What kind of bird? I didn’t know.
I laughed because I know so little, because there is so much more of God and His amazing creation to know that can be known!
We breathed in awe and whispered together for a long time and tried not to fall over into the lake watching that gorgeous bird catch and swallow one tiny fish after another.
You decided it was time for a snack of bananas.
You ran tiptoed and chased birds.
You couldn’t believe how small some green leaves were, they could fit onto your finger and oh, how fresh they smelled!
You thought these were beautiful, these “berries!” and I had to tell you it wasn’t possible to eat them right then and other times too.
We had our fill of fresh air and of holding hands on a casual stroll, then running like crazy and being amazed at just everything.
It was humid and sticky but it wasn’t bad.
It was time for the school pick up and time for washing down Roo’s muddy legs before we got into the car and I had to tell myself that although I didn’t like it, it really wasn’t so bad either.
On the way back we belted out “The Greatest Treasure” along with Colin Buchanan blasting on the car player and somehow it just seemed right that on this day you could say it clearer than ever before – “Peace with God”.
I felt God’s amazing presence and His Fatherly love envelope us today. Did you?
I know I will miss days like this when you finally go to school and stay in a classroom for hours.
But then there will be evening walks.
A different kind of sun and where the birds fly to and things we’ll talk about.
Oh, the things we’ll talk about.