Perched on a wet rock looking down over Nooksack Falls, I had the best cup of cocoa ever.   It was one of my days with Tayen and we started it in search of snow.  Fortunately, there’s a mountain range nearby.

I’ve spent most Tuesdays and Fridays of Tayen’s young life “taking care of her.”  We’ve done our share of groceries and chores during those times, but have also spent good chunks digging and exploring.  Seems too soon to be fondly remembering, but I’m fondly remembering park adventures, bus rides, lake fishing, urban walkabouts, sneaking into a college lab, and buying/listening to music together. Glorious.

A new child is on the way, things will change. I hope #2 gets to go to some of the same special places as #1.  I know this may be challenging and the days will most definitely be different with two.  On this day however, just Tayen and I reached our snow and jumped in it.  We tossed ice chunks in the river, probed for spooky spots and laughed at shadows/ourselves.  Our pace was slow and slanted.

We found ourselves cold and wet with a waterfall in view, so we cooked up some cocoa and sat down on the perfect rock.  I’m glad I was prepared.  I’m glad we’ve had these days together.

As my child watched the water fall, I watched her.

It was well, it is well with my soul(s).