I love going hiking with my daughter. She will be 2 in a week from now and ever since she was 5 months we have taken her hiking in a Deuter kid carrier I bought at REI.
With this bag she’s been all over Virginia and North Carolina.
She’s been carried up mountains, around lakes, through swamplands, over hills, and so on. She’s hiked when it was hot out and hiked in the cold. We’ve experienced highs and lows. There have been (many) moments of laughter and (fewer…thank God) moments of ‘get me the hell out of here’ screaming agony.
We’ve shared snacks, sang songs, learning much about each other during these hikes. Our time with the backpack has been some of our best father-daughter bonding moments or “Daddy daughter trip” as she likes to call it.
I am now 29. Yesterday was my first birthday where I thought “29 does sound sorta…grown up.” That thought worried me for about 2 seconds, but then out of the corner of my eye I saw a shiny object and thus went about living my childish existence.
After consuming half a cake, my wife asked me a simple question “what are your goals for year 29?”
I paused, thought about it for a second, and maybe it was the massive amount of sugar from the cake, but I honestly had no answer. Is this where I’m at now? Am I a dude with no goals???? That can’t be true!
So I spent the morning writing an answer to this question:
This summer has been a huge blessing for me. During my time off from teaching I have spent most waking hours in the presence of the most beautiful lady in the whole world – my 5 month old daughter Harper. My days have become jam packed with raising and entertaining this tiny human (via poor attempts at guitar playing, silly dancing, and my new specialty- impressions of Arnold Schwarzenegger…his voice not the whole nanny thing).
One could say that my main objective of my time off is introducing my daughter to this crazy world. This is true. She’s seen some weird stuff (the aforementioned terrible dancing), been some weird places (from tops of mountains all the way to the Atlantic Ocean and the craziest place of all….Kansas City), and has accomplished some of her own athletic goals (mostly taking a giant crap while simultaneously sneezing and spitting up). And I have been there every step of her journey. Hours spent helping this little amazing creature along. Continue reading