July 6

Dating way back to our college days, Adam and I have always enjoyed going on walks. We've walked around our neighborhoods, hiking trails, at the beach, through parks. But we haven't pounded the pavement much since he fractured his ankle back in February.

So this evening after dinner when he asked if I wanted to go for a walk, I figured he meant the very brief loop we've taken on (rare) occasion this year. 

But, as it turned out, he did not. He meant a real walk. So that's what we did.

It didn't feel much like it as I was huffing up a hill with a particularly brutal grade, but it was a blessing to be out there again with my hunny, chatting and taking some familiar scenery I hadn't seen in a while.