Majestic Mountains

 My mom has been in town this week.  Before our big trip, we decided to make a trip out to an apple orchard.  I have been trying to get out to an apple orchard for ages, one week I was sick, the rest so busy that they got away from me.  Living in our big urban area, I crave space and country sometimes.

 

 

 We went to the Marker Miller Orchard.  It was a relatively long drive (about 90 minutes) but we really liked it.  I liked picking the apples, the kids liked running around on their playground.  As we were driving over, I realized how close we were to Shenandoah National Park.   On the ride home, we pulled off for a visit. 

I have been to the Shenandoah's once before but it's been a few years.  I didn't remember how incredibly beautiful it was.  

 

 

 I realized that sometimes I get caught up in the mole hills of life that I miss the majestic mountains.  I'm worrying about a teething girl or being absolutely far behind in everything that I lose sight of the great joys.  I miss that moment that Amy first tries on tap shoes (she pounded all around and was so happy) or my boy getting so grown up and independent as he comes home from preschool.

I think I need to step back sometimes and take in the majestic, the beautiful in my life.  Standing at the top of those mountains and looking out, I felt that feeling.  For the first time in a long time I just stood in awe and wasn't burdened by all the rest.  There truly is beauty all around in our lives if we stop and see it.  Now, to remind myself about that over and over, every day.