Last night (a work night and school night) we spent the evening with friends at our local park. Typically, weeknights are full of hurried dinners, baths and cleaning the kitchen.
But last night we flew, and we were happy.
For a split second I imagined myself flying away to places unknown, adventures unseen.
I’ve always wanted to pick up and fly at moments notice. To someplace where I can earn a stamp in my passport, where I have to speak a foreign language, eat exotic treats, and…
“Mommy. Mommy. MOMMY!”
Suddenly I’m snapped back to reality.
“Look I’m flying,” E yells as he soars through the air.
I smile, because I know that no matter where I fly the best adventures happen right here at home.
Which is fine because I don’t own a passport anyway.
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>Oh what a sweet sentiment!
(But get thee -and thine family – a passport and fly, my dear! I'm teasing here, but only a little. Kids can travel well if given enough activities to keep them entertained and travel on a budget is always possible.)
>This is so very sweet! I also agree with Jade. My boys love traveling. There are so many exciting places to roam at home and in unexplored territory.
Alita
>I love the bittersweet push-pull you've captured here. And there's nothing better than throwing routine to the wind and catching some air.
>I know that feeling! Such a great adventure to have little ones isn't it? And that picture, that is your local park? You are so lucky my kids would love that!
>i just love this. your words are few but captured perfectly.
>I LOVE this! Who needs a passport when you're lost in the moment, immersed in life with your boys. This was LOVELY, Brook! {I know I owe you an email. I was off planning and executing my sister's bachlorette party this weekend. }