We have had yet another set back. My husband got the news he was being laid off with less than a dozen others this week. This is the second time in two years he’s been laid off because he was the last hired when the chops came. He’s got a back-up job, but it’s just an income. Not a career. Not his career.
So we went for a hike. A walk in the woods, really. As we drove, the rain sort of drizzled down and we began to wonder if we would be rained out. We parked at a trail and got our sweatshirts on. The girls seemed excited to get wet.
I love the colors of rainy days. I love navigating the root systems beneath our feet. I love watching our girls walking together, looking out for each other. Making up games together.
These woods seem to have a lot of trees that begin their journey together and form a strong base. They grow up and away from each other, but are always connected by their roots; their base.
It made me think about the kind of roots my kids will have. That they do have. How they are each so unique and yet, obviously, family. We may be going a little crazy these days. Too much time together. But I’m trying to soak up every moment. I can see their paths branching away from us soon. These moments won’t happen as often in a few more years. And I am grateful for these ‘roots’ moments.