After spending the last couple months passing through doctor-ordered bed rest and self-imposed bed rest and post-partum bed rest, I am itching for adventure with the children, the kind we like to indulge in regularly when I'm at full speed. I miss seeing their little faces light up with new experiences and hearing firsthand their exclamations of wonder. I miss answering their funny questions and holding their hands in unfamiliar places. I miss our routine of hurry scurry to get breakfast dishes cleared and clothes on and teeth brushed and out the door, the stretch of activity that carries us through our picnic lunch, and the contentedly tired return home for naptime.
So, a day spent in the strawberry fields with friends last week felt like a celebration!
farm is about 45 minutes from downtown. We drove with the windows down, the sunroof open, and the music playing. As I unloaded the stroller and our assortment of gear from the back of the car in the warm sunshine and unbuckled each of my children from their car seats for the day, with the strawberry fields just behind us, I felt like shouting I'm back! Man, was it a long time coming.