And There Are Good Days Too…

There really are. There are good days with adoption and attachment and discovering the new normal. It’s an uphill climb but with every climb there are views and breaks along the way.

Saturday mornings have become some of the sweetest times as a family. After doing the usual clean up and getting some laundry started (there is ALWAYS laundry to do) we have started loading up and going for runs/bike/stroller rides. Leighton usually rides his bike and the two little guys hop in the double stroller. And then Clint gets to push that stroller. And its heavy. Really Heavy. But I figure I usually get to go for a run 4-5 times a week and he only goes on Saturday so he ends up getting at least 2 workouts in one so I think he should thank me.

And so we hit the trail. It’s never very fast, but we are together. Caedmon is usually asking the same questions that he does every week about going under the bridge and to the river and Leighton is trying to peddle up all the hills on his own. Edric usually joins in with some shouts and noises of his own. We have been lucky and actually had a beautiful fall this year, the leaves and trees have been amazing and coupled with the blue Colorado skies it has been breath taking at times.

About two miles down the trail there is a bridge and on the other side a good shore area for throwing rocks in. Which the boys love to do. There’s something about boys/rocks/rivers that just go together. The trail from there takes a decently steep incline up to the top of a big hill that goes on for about ½ a mile. Most days I’ll try and tackle it just to prove to myself that I can make it to the top. The view from the top is hard to beat as well. And then it is back down the hill to enjoy more rock throwing.

Running o throw in some rocks

Running to throw in some rocks

Throwing rocks off the bridge

Throwing rocks off the bridge

Boys/water/rocks

Boys/water/rocks

View from the top

View from the top

After a bit we will load everyone back up and head back down the trail towards home. It’s not really anything super special but it has become just a sweet time together out enjoying nature and each other and throwing rocks. The stress and worry fades for a bit, and the concerns for attachment lessen and we just enjoy being together and soaking in the peace that comes with that. It is during those runs back home that I am reminded that we are going to make it and we will become a true family and everything is going to be ok.

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