If you've been reading here for a while, you know that I am big on traditions. Scary big. Drive my hubby a bit crazy big. BIG.
Every spring we gather the kids and meet up with our buds back from high school days to go strawberry picking in Carlsbad.
Over the years, we've lost shoes in mud, experienced tantrums, and had kids packed up to go home with stained faces and fingers.
This year was easier. The simple fact is that our kids are getting bigger. I don't know how I feel about it. The truth is that although everyone told me it would go fast, I didn't understand how fast they were talking about.
Although I don't miss pushing the stroller up the dirt hills or little feet too young to know that stomping on fresh strawberries results in very messy shoes, I certainly miss the sweetness of carrying a little one in the baby carrier close to my chest as we watch the other kids run, pick, and sneak some of the red goodness into their watering mouths when they think no one is watching.
But this is a new season. My baby is now 3. My other babies are 4 and 8. Time shifts and I'm trying to let my heart roll with it.
As the children searched for strawberries that glistened like rubies in the afternoon sunshine,
the grown ups basked in their joy and discovery.
Each little had a method.
Some quickly picked with random abandon. While others methodically scanned, compared, and selected.
I stood and observed as they sprinted through the sea of green speckled with red.
The smiles on their faces and giggles with each other summed the day up perfectly.
And it doesn't get much better than that.
Well, except for a stop here...
For a lil' something-something...
No, In-N-Out, thank you. Really. Thank you.
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