She resists the smooth and even concrete.
She resists the cool and soft grass.
The birthday girl wants to travel the rough road.
The gravel way.
And so we walk.
Down and circle up.
Up and circle down.
Crunching and scuffing.
Until she stops and squats to examine the shapes and colors.
Scoops them up.
And throws them with a flourish.
I delight in her delight.
In her fascination with the simple.
But I wonder.
How often do I chose the ankle-twisting way over the firm?
Happy First Birthday to my little June Bug!
You provide a broad path for my feet, so that my ankles do not give way. ~Psalm 18:36 (NIV)