He suggests a walk and my eyes light up. Really, all I need is a little encouragement.
We find shoes and sunglasses and head to the safari road. The air is warm and the breeze is cool... just the way I like it. We walk at as much of a clip as he can handle right now. Once in a while, we stop to really look... to soak in the surroundings. To seek wildlife, to listen for it. Today there is no low croak of an alligator though... just the buzzing of a million creatures.
Today... I am brave. Or... he makes me brave. We step off the boardwalk and traipse a little further in. The canopy of trees frame a far off egret, and let in sparkling light. I want to walk on and on, the fear of around the bend banished with my hand in his. He tires though, and we turn around.
Our strides have become a slow saunter... and we have time to talk. And no excuses. In the hustle of bustle of living, time seems scant and excuses plenty, but out here it is just us. We laugh over our silly children and marvel at them, too. I tuck away a reminder to tell them how great they are when we return. Heart shaped leaves makes us smile and feel that so-in-love-feeling that we sometimes forget to celebrate.
I love this walk... and this place has become our place, although who can really own the Florida wild?