Abel and I take lots of walks in Virginia and they are lovely. But they don’t compare to taking walks here in Vermont.
On Tuesday we took a stroll down to Grama’s house and it was wonderful to have most of it be without traffic, and it’s certainly not developed with houses in every direction – aka, the view is WAY better than in VA.
We stopped and checked out the donkey down the road. Abel told him a few stories and then we continued.
We paused for a few moments on the bridge, which has an awesome view down the river of my Godfather’s cool building out back of their house – if you look closely, you can see it way down there!
I am thankful for the walks we are able to take in NoVa, but I am nourished more by walks in Vermont. The air is cleaner and more refreshing, and there is far more to see – not the repetitive cars and trucks driving by, the cookie cutter houses, but trees and rivers and furry friends.
Abel thrives in this place, just as I do, and I am impelled to cultivate a love in him for visiting here. I anticipate days ahead when going to Vermont is a looked-forward to prospect for him, when his favorite memories include all the great things his father and I love about this beautiful state.
And the best part? I get to experience it anew through his discovery of it all, plus soak it all in myself, bolstering the parts of my soul that crave and cherish time here.
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