We went for a family walk after dinner last night. Mostly because our girl Hartley needs the exercise. She looks at us with very sad eyes until we get her leash on and get her out the door.
Her desire for evening walks often turns out to be a gift to all of us in different ways.
In addition to getting our blood pumping, I’ve found that deeper conversations about life with the boys come easier while walking, than they do while sitting at the dinner table together. It’s almost as if the hustle and bustle of the evening routine inside the house disappears when we step out the front door. The demands of homework, deadlines, and practice schedules all seem to stay inside when we walk out to breathe the fresh evening air.
There’s a different kind of quietness for the soul outside if you look for it.
While the boys stopped at …