One blogger writes about how she is thankful for winter walks with her husband:
It is possible that my level of happiness in life is directly correlated to the number of minutes we spend walking together each week.
I can relate.
K and I love walking together. Our neighborhood is quiet, wooded, and somewhat mountainous, so we can get a good walk in the mornings after we have taken the children to school. It is our way of reconnecting, if even for a few minutes. No phone. No internet. No distractions. Just me and her.
When we were dating and when we were first married, we walked a lot. We walked in the mountains.
But our favorite destinations were waterfalls. We went to college in an area where hundreds of waterfalls are in a short drive. We bought a series of books with directions and topographical maps to the waterfalls in the area. Some were just off the road.
One was in the middle of a city, making for a convenient date night.
Others were off the beaten path, requiring long drives down gravel roads and long hikes down mountain paths.
We liked waterfalls because they were the reward for a long hike. You drive, you walk, you scramble. You do all this so that you can see something beautiful at the end. A living work of art.
I now realize that the beauty wasn’t the waterfall at the end. It was the process of getting there. It was working together. It was spending time with the woman I love, talking about everything and nothing.
We don’t chase waterfalls often anymore. It’s harder to do that with a family. Our children don’t exactly share our fondness for miles of hiking.
But whether we are chasing waterfalls or taking a quick stroll around the familiar hills of our neighborhood, I, too, am pretty sure that my level of happiness in life is directly correlated to the number of minutes K and I spend walking together each week.