two hundred and eighty seven

While the girls were out picking apples, feeding ducks and eating ice cream with Grandma and Grandpa, Peter and I took the opportunity for a rare, long walk down the Kokosing River Gap Trail. It was a lovely fall day with the sun shining and the leaves rustling beneath our feet. We talked in complete sentences and about topics that little ears need not hear.

It was nothing special, but it was very special.