“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
He hates it. Loathes it. Despises the smell, the taste, the kernels. And yet, he makes it for me whenever I ask, and more often when I don't.
It's in the burnt toast, I'll drive while you rest, spider-killing hero and tear-drying companion moments. It's long afternoon walks through the woods collecting berries and morning talks on the beach.
Did I mention I love the view of the water? There is nothing better than the quiet flaps of the sail, the salt air on my face, and the beauty of the ocean. My grandfather taught me how to sail in 2005 and we would spend many hours on the water, never really trying to get anywhere, just enjoying the journey.
Growing up we lived on the parade route for our local 4th of July parade. Our house was always BBQ central. We would walk to the local festivities (car show, band, flea market). Some years we would watch the fireworks from our front yard, some we would walk to the launch site. But it was always such a memorable time and a great way to celebrate our independence!
My husband (country bumpkin) and I (city gal) met at a wilderness school in Wisconsin. It was there that I learned how to canoe, cross-country ski, backpack (yes, I brought my make-up), and just plain walk in the woods without being petrified by squirrels. It was there that I learned that I actually love the great outdoors and now our family goes on hikes almost every weekend and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Seriously, this is the best part of my job. My mother took so many photos of our family, and I am so blessed to have images of past generations and of me when I was younger that I can show my kids. It is so important to me to have memories that I can show future generations to come and to leave a legacy behind.