The sand piled high on top of itself, stretching thin along the small shoreline and then righteously lofting itself into the billowed clouds. The air and the wind could not agree if it was summer or autumn. And neither, it seemed, was willing to let go of control just yet. What choice does September have except to sit on the curb and wait for the battle to end?
It was mid-afternoon by now and the three of us were ready for our adventure to begin. For days, Sean and I have felt the wanderlust boiling within us. With the changing of the season our conversations had turned a corner, too. After months of contentedness, we have begun to wonder what could be ahead for us. And so, to satisfy the deep porous itch, we decided to take a day trip to Silver Lake Sand Dunes, where we stood admiring the immense landscape before us.
These sand dunes were actually a brief stop on our honeymoon and we were both excited to share this place with June. Sean set June down as soon as we reached the first peak and she took off without hesitation. This place seemed large to us and so we couldn’t imagine how grand it must have felt to her. But size has never stopped her before and she took off as fast as her feet could carry her, welcoming the sand beneath her feet. Sean kissed my cheek as we watched her run without looking back. Of all the traits she possesses, her bravery always inspires me the most.
This short day trip was just the adventure we needed to cool our souls and inspire our spirits. With every experience, as we lean into one another and into the unknown, it becomes more obvious to me who our family is becoming. The world is a very big place and we are so grateful to be able to explore it together.