In the summer, one of our favorite places to go is Rock City, which should not be confused with the real Rock City in Idaho. This is just a little trail near our house that my children have dubbed Rock City because, and this should be obvious, there are a lot of rocks there. Really big rocks that make me wonder what sort of geological event resulted in their appearance.
We headed up there the other day for a little snowshoeing and hiking fun. It was a pretty day and good we went before the Heavens answered our fast with buckets of rain because now I'm sure it is a great mud bog.
The best part of the hike? When Cole looked back at me and realized I was carrying Molly, Ben's snow stompers, Annie's hat, Ben's lunch box, and someone's gloves. He instantly ran back and grabbed everything he could to help me. Aw. Made me so proud.
And these smiling faces? They just made me happy.
I'm lucky. I guess that's the moral of the story.
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