On Sunday I took Isaac for a walk. I’ve been trying to walk more and with my due date so close, they say walking can help speed labor along, so it seemed like a good idea. It was a beautiful day and we have some really nice parks around that Isaac would enjoy. We picked one of the furthest ones we walk to and headed out.
The park is 1.5 miles away, down a bike path, no streets or cars to worry about. It was around noon and a half a mile in, Isaac was tired and wanted to stop (but I was feeling good!) and then he wanted me to carry him. We continued along the way and as we drew nearer to the park we could see a big cargo jet at the airbase that is directly across the street from the park.
We were still about a quarter of a mile or so from the park, but this is Isaac favorite part of the walk because it is also next to a nature preserve and there are lot of praraire dogs barking and he likes to look for them.
When we reached the edge of the park, I noticed that the cargo jet was moving and thought it was probably taxiing for take off. So Isaac and I sat in the grass, in the shade with our backs against the fence for the baseball field and just watched the jet move as we rested and talked. Sure enough, within a few minutes the jet was up in the air and we’d had a front row seat. It was a perfect moment on a Sunday afternoon with my son. With the new baby days away from making her appearance, it made it that much more special.
We continued onto the park, played for a while and headed back towards home. Isaac wasn’t going to make it, so we called Zach to pick us up at the only point on the trail that passes a street about a half a mile from the park and I still had to carry Isaac a least half that distance. Both Isaac and I were wiped out when we returned home, but oh, what precious time spent with my first born.