We decide to take a walk after lunch. Just the two of us, sans dogs, so we can go to my favourite city park that’s not too busy, fat with memories, and oh-so-pretty.
It doesn’t disappoint.
We see a couple of deer. Joy sparker.
A man walking with a loud bird sitting on his shoulder. Also a joy sparker.
And pause so I can take a silly photo of Gerry in front of a graffiti-covered structure. Spark, spark, spark.
We stop periodically so I can capture some photos with my phone.
Our pace isn’t what my hiker husband is accustomed to.
I’m a bit touchy (and blaming it on Keto).
Even still, it’s a beautiful way to spend early afternoon.
My mind wanders to the Wakamow Valley in Moose Jaw where I anticipate spending many mornings, afternoons, and early evenings walking after we move.
I remind myself to stay in the moment, and appreciate what this park has to offer while we wait.
Repeat showings of our home coming up.
Trying to stay patient, reflecting on the difference between being optimistic and hopeful, trusting that all will work out in God’s good time.
Meanwhile, basking in the beauty of creation.