Thursday, March 19, 2009
Fresh Sweet Memory
Yesterday afternoon after I finished going on a walk/run with the girls, I was immensely thirsty and went into the house to fill up water bottles for all 3 of us. We then sat outside in the warm spring air drinking our water. My cheeks were flushed from the exercise and I had a warm glow throughout. As I watched my girls playing I was taken back to my own childhood.
When I was a girl our summers were spent at my grandparents' home in Nellie Lake. Nellie Lake was surrounded by beautiful forest and hills (mountains in my mind.) My Dad would go on long runs covering a great distance and I would eagerly wait to see him coming home down the long drive (in my child's mind impossibly long). Soon I would see him coming down the drive all hot, sweaty and triumphant. I would run to get him water and he would guzzle the cold water down like some crazy animal, and commence his post run cool down walk. I used to love watching him do this weird walk, one that I found myself doing with the very same motions later in life. Sometimes when my dad would run we would drive up to this big hill and wait for him to stop and take a water break. Here in the forest there was a fresh well of spring water. Again I would watch him with fascination and pride as he would fill the tin cup kept at the spring and eagerly drink the fresh cold sweet water down.
So yesterday afternoon as I drank my own cool water from my steel thermos with my post exercise glow I prayed that one day my own children would have such fresh sweet memories of me.