The Sound of Joy

 

The crunch of crushed stone under her hiking boots….

My Lovely's favorite sound.

Isn't it awesome that she has a favorite sound.  I think it is Faaaaaaabulous.

We are in Hocking Hills State Park in Ohio (more on Hocking Hills in another post), and we are here for the hiking.

My Lovely is a conservative woman in almost every way, especially in speech.  She would not be known as verbose.  So this post may come off as a little mean-spirited, but I assure you that it is not intended that way.  I could just say she was excited.  But it just simply wouldn't do.

My lovely woke up this morning, and well, someone had pulled her string.  I was sipping coffee and smiling.  I couldn’t even understand what she was saying. After about the fifth utterance – and she still hadn't made out of the bed… and me, I hadn't a clue. I had thoughts of the Tower of Babel.

And then she asked me a question and I understood the question.  My Lovely asked, “Honey, do you think we should have caffeinated coffee today?

I love this lady.  She brings me so much joy.  I love that she was so excited.  And she really needed this trip.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.  The pebbles under her feet today.  Smiles, ooohs and a few aaahs.  And a couple of remembrances of hikes with her boys.  This is the type of place where the boys would have gone hog wild running about.

We did 5 relatively short hikes in all today.  They were chock full of wilderness wonder.

A happy day for My Lovely makes for a happy day for me.

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