I had Father's Day all planned out.
We were going to go to church and take a glorious family nap before heading to Andrew's parent's house for a cook out that was going to include steaks and homemade peach ice cream.
But lately I've been craving adventure and while my planned day would be nice and relaxing, it would be average and I just wasn't feeling up for average.
So after a couple shots of caffeine, we decided to load up the car and drive until we found something that could bring us more excitement then a family nap.
We ended up at the Chattahoochee River National Recreational Area, just north of Atlanta. We celebrated Andrew by hiking and wading and getting completely filthy until we were all so incredibly content. Exhausted, but content.
Nature does that for me.
I fight it. I busy myself inside my air conditioned house and find superficial contentment in a crossed off to do list. But this feeling of gratitude and oneness with my family and the Earth can only come from worn out calf muscles and sun kissed skin.
When we had climbed our last rocks and we all smelled like river rats, we headed back to our side of town. We wrapped up the day flying kits and eating that homemade peach ice cream with Andrew's parents.
I laid down after a hot shower and soaked in the day.
I felt so balanced. Like we had really squeezed everything we could out of the day. I'm already craving our next adventure (and more peach ice cream). It was so good for me, for all of us.
I can't wait to see what snake infested, bug ridden day we think up next!