Micah turned twelve over the weekend. I let him choose how he wanted to spend the afternoon together on his birthday. He's incredibly easy to please. All he wanted to do was eat Little Caesar's crazy bread and walk along the Provo River.
As we got out of the van and started heading toward the parkway that runs along the river, I had a weird sense of déjà vu."It feels like we've done this exact same thing before," I said to him.
Micah replied, "That's because we have, mom. This is what we did together on my eighth birthday too."
I laughed as I recalled the four years previous, "Oh yeah, we did... didn't we?"It was such a perfect afternoon. Micah found a log to rest on and enjoy the shade of the narrowleaf cottonwood trees. I smiled adoringly as I watched him soak up the sound of rushing water accompanied by the cheerful chirping of birds. He has always loved this kind of stuff, more than any of my other kids.
His dream is to have a little cottage someday tucked away in the solitude of the mountains, where he has a porch with a wooden rocking chair overlooking a freshwater stream. There, he'll close his eyes, breathe the fresh crisp air, and relax to the sounds of nature.
I like that dream.
-Alicia
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