Something magical happened today. I almost missed out because I had to put away groceries and make supper. BUT I left everything on the counter and went for it.
At twilight my daughter and I flew a kite together on top of “our” mountain. It was like living out a poem together. I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.
This should have been something on my bucket list. But I don’t have a bucket list. Maybe life’s better that way: enjoying each moment without missing it while racing to live out the next. (No, I’m not changing my blog title because if this.) 😉
But please don’t ask for pictures. We were too busy enjoying ourselves to think of taking photos.