WV Hills

On Monday we took a family day out and explored some new territory. We passed a sign about an overlook, so on our way back home we decided to stop. I'm scared of heights and having no idea what we were getting into, I started barking out orders of holding hands and not letting the kids out of our sights. HA! We followed the wooden path and stopped at the first deck.

We had just crossed over the bridge and looking down was reeeeally far. There were some more steps leading further down, so we decided to check it out.

Going down was easy...

...coming back up alerted me of some new muscles I had.

It was definitely pretty! I would love to see it in the fall.

Oh, The Places You'll Go...

Ever stop and ponder about your children's feet? ;) Kind of a strange body part to stop and think about, as usually it's more of their mouths and the cute things they say or awkward things they say. Maybe it's their little hands getting into everything they shouldn't be in.

I wanted a picture of my kiddo's feet-which was just as hard as getting all 3 to smile at the same time. You can see that one of Camden's is a blur because he was constantly moving. Nothing has changed since he was in the womb. I thought I might print it and put it in a frame downstairs, but was looking for a quote to describe it. As I was browsing "feet quotes" (fairly certain I've never said that before), this Dr. Seuss one grabbed my attention.

I have no idea what my children's futures hold-where their feet will take them. I'm fairly certain that my mom and Nancy never looked at Wes and I's baby feet and said, "I bet they'll walk the hills of West Virginia with 3 little kiddos trailing behind them."

Who knows? My children's feet may squish sand between their toes while living in Florida or be extra pale against the natives feet of Papua New Guinea. Maybe they'll need extra support shoes for walking the hospital floors serving as a nurse or enjoy the comfort of slippers while chasing little ones and stealing hugs and kisses throughout the day. Perhaps one will wear boots to help protect his feet while fighting fires or comfy flats for standing at the chalkboard (or whatever they'll use by then).

My children's feet will go places only their Creator knows about. And, oh! the places it'll be! I sometimes feel that I am not doing much in this crazy thing called life. But, wow! what a huge responsibility I have in training those tiny feet to go in the right direction. There are so many paths they could travel, so many adventures they could embark on.

I have to train them to follow God's path. My greatest desire isn't for those feet to wear name brand only shoes, or stand before a judge defending, or make millions jumping for a basketball shot, or to be on Hollywood's red carpet. Wherever His path may lead them, I want them to go down it. My prayer is that those feet will someday walk the streets of gold! What better "place to go?"