Last week, I sneaked out the house early (you have to be sneaky when you don't want the dogs to whine that you're not taking them) and went on my first bike ride since being pregnant. Glorious! It was beautiful and the air was crispy. I went through whatever landscape or trail felt like it needed exploring: meadow, a business's path, and some rugged land labeled, "FOR SALE," and ofcourse the path behind the hospital. It was a very free feeling, especially when I came across a rope swing and hopped on. I swung and twirled. I leaned back as far as I could, letting my hair hang, and watched the tree leaves spin above me. It felt so good, I even laughed....how dorky. I can ride a bike! I can swing on a rope! It feels wonderful to have my baby out of me! So much better than in! I can snuggle her, and see her, and love her.
When I got home, I noshed on the grapes in our backyard. Yum! I had this routine last October, that after every run, walk or bike around the neighborhood, Jet and I would come back and chow down on fresh grapes. Once again, it felt so good. Welcome Oregon in autumn! You are my dream come true; crisp, dry and not too hot.