The sky is gray and there is a chill in the air this Monday morning. Every new years, I used to take a hike to reflect on the past year and set goals for the upcoming year. Not everyone loves to hike but it’s one of my favorite things to do. It’s nice to feel small in a blanket of trees. Mountain air, lungs expanding with each ascending step, the smell of dirt and pine, rugged terrains for the reward of a glimpse from up above. The feeling of personal accomplishment and feeling small in the magnitude of God’s power and creative works.

When I lived in DC, I loved being in the middle of the hustle and bustle, but I craved the outdoors, to getaway. So many people I met worked for important and random causes, making social and political changes to impact the world. Anywhere from friends that worked with Wycliffe, translating and distributing the Bible to more people that have never been reached, to friends that worked for National Geographic producing documentaries on feral cats in the mid-east. So random?!

I lived a block from the Supreme Court for the first year with no car. My landlord owned a bed and breakfast in Harper’s Ferry, WV, just a 2 hour train ride from Union Station, and she would notify me and the other tenants in our four story row house if there was vacancy at her inn. If no one was booked, she would treat us to a last minute getaway, away from the grind, to the area John Denver wrote of the beauty of nature.

This new years, I was home with my husband and littles. My two-year-old being potty trained, and all of us getting over sickness. Like caged birds, we’ve been trapped in our house for a week, with just a few 30 minute trips out the door for essentials. Cleaning up messes on the floor from our toddler, up in the middle of the night with our littlest. This is the cycle of our daily and nightly routines. The days are long and the years are short, they say. You blink and they’re driving, graduating, walking down the aisle, they say.

Though it’s hard at times, I love it and I want to savor this time. every. single. minute.

The moments are sweet but I’m also hopeful for the future, to take my kids to places that have captured my heart. Here’s to more adventures, to milestones and growth, to practicing love, patience and grace as a family.

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