On Sunday I had nothing planned other than enjoying the beautiful spring like day.
So like most other weekend days that we have no plans, we walked up to the park.
I often think about what sort of childhood memories Abby will have when she is grown. I wonder what places will stand out. Certainly, Golden Gate Park will be the park of her childhood memories. But I wonder what parts. There are about 7 or 8 places we frequent and an endless number of places to explore.
I hope she remembers these leisurely Sunday strolls we take, with only a vague idea of where we will end up.
Will she remember how she marvels at the waterfall every time she sees it?
Will she remember how the seagulls fly close and make eye contact in hopes that a scrap of bread will be tossed in their direction?
Will she remember the ducks that she befriended?
Or that she always points out the way the light pours through tree branches and that she likes red leaves best of all?
What about the discovery of wild patches of honeysuckle and sour grass added to the list of flowers she is allowed to pick?
I think she will remember the acorn cakes we make.
But if she doesn’t, it’s okay. I will remember. And I will tell her about it every chance I get.