First Time

Monday was the first time in about eight years that I drove a fair distance. I took my son to the beach town of Sausalito, about a 90 minute drive from our home.

Growing up my son and I would take trips together frequently during the summer. My husband was always working hard to support us and so I could stay home and be a full time parent. That meant it was usually just the two of us during school brakes. We even drove to Los Angeles together, about 7 hours from our house. 

I always enjoyed these day trips with my son. We were adventure buddies and built great memories. 

Now he is 31, but he also lives very close, doesn't have a partner and doesn't drive. He doesn't leave town unless we take him somewhere. We try and do that a few times a year and he always enjoys it. But it isn't the same as it just being the two of us.

That's why Monday was so special. I was giddy to be able to be so physical. We hiked the blustery beach, walked to an old military bunker, and climbed some steep, old, cement stairs. Things I could never even imagine doing a few months ago. Bodies are so amazing. Our ability to heal and recover. 

I feel so alive right now. Like each moment is a juicy peach and I'm just savoring all I can. Each second I'm able to walk, bike, run, swim, climb is an enormous gift. One I never thought I would be able to enjoy again. I have gratitude and love in my heart to the universe for its magical, unpredictable ways.