It’s the small things

Take a break on the hike; later my son told me he was looking at a bird.

My life isn’t all about running. Sometimes it seems like it is with how much I blog about it and talk about it in other places. In reality though, there’s so much more to life than running.

This weekend my son and I spent quite a bit of time together as my wife was out of town. We spent a lot of time outside at the park, going to a book sale at the library, drawing with chalk on the road and taking a little hike today in the mountains.

It was the short hike — maybe a mile — in which I realized even more I need to appreciate the small things in life. He’ll be 3 next month and has taught me a lot in life with slowing down and appreciating things.

I wrote earlier this summer about things my son has taught me, and as summer turns to fall I’m learning even more.

Do you see the face? My son did. And he said it was going to eat us.

 

My son loves the different colored leaves ("Look at all those colors Daddy"), and promptly asks me to take photos of him with them.