Any chance I had at getting a big head because someone from
the race committee asked if they could share our story and my contact
information with a media reporter was dashed on my run this morning when I
caught a glimpse of my shadow. I had to do a double take because I could of
swore it belonged to a 90 year old grandma pushing a walker. Granted it was
windy… really windy.
I ran 8 miles and with a stroller I think that = at least
13.2 so I’m telling myself that I’m ready for this thing on Saturday. We’re
planning on running the hill one more time tomorrow night and then it’s rest
and school cramming until my family arrives on Friday and I get to surprise my
dad when we go to pick up his (wink wink) race packet.
I’m a ball of anxiety right now, but it helps running. Today
as I ran through the park the trees seemed to be telling me, with every falling
leaf, that fall is coming. A new season is upon us. I am excited for fall. I’m
excited to wear jeans everyday again and bulky sweaters. This year my sweaters
will remain bulky because I will not have a baby tummy to fill them. This year
will be different in so many ways. I am excited to experience fall for the
first time with my boy. To show him how the leaves change color and the wind
has a different smell then any other season. To tell him how you suddenly begin
to crave apple pies and pumpkin spice lattés. I love how everything is new to
Landon. His tiny world is magical and enthralling and watching him live in it
makes me want to breath deeper and take in every precious moment.
I know that next year my boy will not be content just
watching the world, he will want to touch it and experience it for himself. I
will not simply point out the leaves to him, I will be rolling in them with
him. I will not be able to take him outside in only his monkey socks, he will
need shoes. I will not only be able to tell him about apple pie, I will be
wiping it off of his face. I’ve said it before, but I need to remind myself
daily, that this time will go so incredibly fast. I will blink and he will be
walking. I don’t want to miss a moment. I don’t want to miss out on fall
because I am waiting for the excitement of Christmas or miss out on snuggling
on the couch to stay warm because I’m wishing for hot summer days again. Satan
wants to get us to this place. This place where we are constantly waiting and
wishing for a new season of life. I don’t want to fall into that trap. I want
to enjoy every season because once it’s gone you can never get it back.
So I’m taking in the blisters and the drool and the tiny
hand that clenches itself around the skin of my neck because I know I cannot
have this forever.
Landon, I love...
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| how you've started reaching for things |
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| and putting them in your mouth |
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| how you interlace your tiny fingers in mine |
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