This morning Nathan and Austin got up at 6 am to start competing in a fishing contest they were having at the campground. Some time later, I joined them. Ok, so it was much, much later. And I don't think I missed anything because Nathan had ONE bite when I joined him and zero fish. We still had fun.
The rest of the day we hung out here and had fun doing lazy summer day things. Swimming, talking to new neighbors, playing pickle ball and cooking out on the grill.There are so many things we experience day to day that I don't guess I think are worth writing down and most of those things tend to be things we do when just hanging out and not going places. I've been pondering more and more whether I want to take the time to capture more of them or whether I'll find it incredibly boring later on when reading it. I've also pondered whether I should be taking more pictures of these slower lazy days as we call them. Well tonight while playing pickle ball and Aubs was talking to some people that she is helping with dog training tips and Ace was chasing down our balls for us-a baby bird got caught in the fence around the tennis/pickle ball courts. He must have just been learning how to fly. And he couldn't figure out how to get his wings spread out while sitting there because of the position he was in. Nathan tossed the pickle ball racket to Aubs and she laid it out flat under his tiny feet and coaxed the baby to step on it. From there, he could fly off again, aided then by his mother.
This was just a small moment and the kinds of things that happen almost every day but I had this awareness in that moment that this is our life as much as the other stuff. I mean, I knew this before and I truly love these days as much as the days we visit national parks and museums and aquariums. It's more that my brain went aha...why wouldn't I stop and capture these memories too.
So, I am going to try to stop and take time to write this stuff down too. Because some day it will be cool to remember that we helped a bird while it was learning how to fly. And that the baby boy next to us was so deliciously chubby that his leg folds were white in contrast to his tanned legs and Auburn and I sat and admired him for the longest time because we couldn't take our eyes off his sweet face. And that people sitting around fishing is a beautiful sight. Even when the fish aren't biting. Or perhaps even present.
God help us all because I am publicly announcing that I will be using even more words on this blog. You've been warned!
Living the life in California!