The Walk

On May 26, 2004, after a day of exchanging flirty e-mails, Jason and I took a long, long walk in the South Bottoms–much longer than either of us intended, probably, but the conversation came easy and the company was just what we each wanted (and we finally said as much out loud). I wore flip-flops that night, a poor choice, but it didn’t matter a bit, as I was too nervous and excited to care about the consequences for my feet.

Tonight, eleven years later, we had plans to re-trace our steps on that walk, but with two bikes and a stroller this time, we thought the day’s rain might have made the path a bit too muddy. We opted instead to take a walk/bike ride at Holmes Lake. It was joyful and lovely. I wore flip-flops again (yes, out of nostalgia), and again it was a poor choice, but even tonight I didn’t care too much, as we were having such a good time together.

I don’t think we necessarily knew that first night that we’d become a family, but I think maybe we both hoped so (I know I did). I know for sure we’re all glad we did.