So, my eighth weekend became over scheduled.
On Sunday I was scheduled to fly to Boston to participate in a two-week training program. As a result, my Saturday got filled with family obligations, including Girl Scout cookie deliveries, before I left town.
By the time we got to my sister’s house (our last stop) Saturday afternoon it was getting dark. As I expressed my disappointment that I had not gotten my hike in, she lit up and said she’d go for a walk with me. Both the dog and the kids were excited to join us.
We went on a 45-minute walk through her neighborhood on well-lit streets. Though we may not have communed with nature, I certainly was reminded how grateful I am to live where I live and to have my family so close by.