Saturday, November 3, 2012

A Going on a Bear Hunt Kind of Saturday

So many of our weekends are taken up with all those things that can take over the life of a young family. Birthday parties, baby showers, soccer tournaments, family commitments...
On rare weekends when life is quiet and it's just the four of us, we have a little tradition of going out for a morning family walk. Two kids, the dog, and two travel mugs of steaming coffee for Husband and I.
This morning was one of those times. For some reason it was especially memorable.  Very "We're Going on a Bear Hunt" if you know what I mean. If you don't, it's a modern classic children's book by Michael Rosen and Helen Oxenbury about some kids and their dad who set out for an adventurous walk one day...
We're Going on a Bear Hunt: Anniversary Edition of a Modern Classic 
The whole morning, I was reciting the words in my head. It was like the book was coming to life before my eyes. Here's our real life version:






"Oh-oh, a river. A deep, cold river. We can't go over it. We can't go under it."


"Oh, no! We've got to go through it!"
Here's the bear we caught. It turned out to be a dumb ass bear that thought wading in a freezing cold, mucky pond would be a good idea.  We took her home and gave her a bath anyway. 



You know those moments when even when you're right in the middle of them, you have a second of clarity where you realize you will remember this forever? I can see their grown up faces in my mind and I can see myself looking at these pictures in the future in this happy, wistful way while I remember what life was like when they were little. When they were all mine and the world hadn't really touched them yet and they were thrilled by little things and by just spending time with their dad and me. Their babyhoods went so fast and I have a sense of urgency and of time passing quickly and I know it's going to feel like nothing and then adolescence will be here and then adulthood and then...


{And now we return to our regular, hormonally balanced, non-sappy programing...}




 And then we found the most gigantic leaf pile in the history of leaf piles. It was mountain. Only a leaf pile. A leafy mountain, if you will.



The excitement caused Mr. Man to temporarily channel Richard Nixon.


It was right around this point in the morning that Husband turned to me and said, "My happiness level right now is a 9 on a scale of 10." I have two things to say about that.
 First, you know a man has been married to a psychologist for a long time when he expresses his feelings in terms of a Likert scale. 

Second, I love that the simple act of playing with his children, dog and wife in leaves brings him all the way up to a 9. 

Third, (I have more to say than I thought, try and work through it) You know that saying that goes something like (I'm paraphrasing), "The key to a good marriage is not staying in love with one person, it's falling in love with the same person over and over again." ? That saying is spot on. That's the entire secret to marriage, in my humble opinion. 

So much for non-sappy balanced hormones, huh?
I guess today has just been a good day...
Happy Saturday, Loves!
XOXO,
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4 comments:

Brandi said...

What a beautiful post!!! New follower here. I look forward to reading more from you!!

Brandi @ californiagrownblog.blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

Great post...as usual! Also, do I spy Disney reusable resort mugs in photo of Husband?!? Nice! ��

Sandra Kohlmann said...

I am anything but an outdoorsy kind of gal, but this past summer and fall have shown me that my family is rarely happier than when we are outside, exploring a new place. Who knew? We've been all over the state, exploring new parks and going on hikes and we always return home so full of love and happiness. I think God knew what He was doing when He gave us the beauty of nature!

Funny Is Family said...

What a fun day! Thanks for sharing!

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