One thing that always surprises me about the children is when they beg, beg, beg for stories about our childhood. And they love stories about the hubby's childhood even more than stories about mine.
The hubby has always told them about visiting a certain park repeatedly with his Grandpa as he grew up. It's where his Grandpa taught him to skip rocks.
It's where a love for hiking and nature was encouraged.
And it's where we were able to take a lovely walk with the kids while we were visiting at Christmas.
A few things have changed--
like the old trail now being a paved sidewalk,
but many things haven't.
We wondered at how there could still be flat round rocks just laying about at his old favorite place to skip rocks. Imagine the hundreds, even thousands of rocks that have been skipped here.
The hubby was truly in his element as he taught his oldest two how to hold, throw, and skip rocks over the water.
And I was in my element as I snapped pics and watched, beaming.
Loving every moment.