It had been a rough morning, the day of our weekly hike up the mountain reserve. We had all been sick, I got up late, the kids were in each other’s hair all morning.
It was about all I could manage to get everyone in the car, diesel in the tank, and a packet of fries from Golden Arches😬 for each (including the car guard), and drive the beautiful drive up into the reserve.
Get out at the bridge. No hiking this time. Just parking off. Right there.
And just like that, they are playing. Best of friends again. And I am breathing. And in love with them all again.
Step outside. It still is my magic cure-all.