A Walk to Remember #2

I just love walking with my mom. So do Carver and Gannon. We ended up walking for almost 1.5 hours the other day by the time we wandered on our usual route, met a few friends on the way, roamed through the cemetery and parted ways, we were all walked out.

We ran into a few of our favorite babysitters as they were on their walk too! We ran into our neighbors walking their dogs. Everyone was out and about town, it was a beautiful day 70 degrees in Waucoma.

Carver LOVES stopping to see the “waterfall” or the dam in Waucoma. You can see it really well right now because it isn’t overgrown yet.

We stopped and saw a pile of wood waiting to be cut into firewood. Carver and Gannon are all about learning new things as we go on our walk.

Karl met up with us on his way home from work – he brought me a PRESENT! I was so excited! He brought me a honey crisp cider from a local brewery (it may already be gone 2 days later). He then joined us on our walk.

We made our way to the cemetery to see dad’s new flower arrangement we ordered. We hadn’t seen it yet, our florist had delivered it earlier that week. I think she did a wonderful job.

We meandered throughout the cemetery and worked on our spelling and letters with uncle Karl and Carver. Is it strange to take your three year old on cemetery tours? I don’t think so. Not when he went with us to pick out mom and dad’s plot. Not when he’s there every week to visit Papa Moo’s rock. I wonder when he will understand that is where he is buried.

Karl and Carver found a toad on our way out.

Here’s our walking crew! Carver INSISTED on wearing his helmet despite the fact he was not riding his bike. He is all about having something to wear or carry whether it is tools or a helmet or a hat or glasses.

Carver and Karl and Betsy had to run ahead and try to hide from us…

Peekaboo!

and finally we had to stop and read the Waucoma Historical Society sign just like we always do. Carver doesn’t like the letters because they are “pointy.”

We just LOVE having uncle Karl around. We are so so thankful he found a job in NEIA and will be around for a long time. Carver loves him, he’s just the best uncle ever. He is so patient and so great with kids. We really are so so lucky to have him so close.

Every time Craig and I contemplate moving these are the moments I would hate to miss out on: the simple every day interactions that we cherish so much. We’ve really learned to lean on each other during these tough times and I can’t imagine how I would occupy my time without them.

We love to go on walks, you can read more about the walks we go on here:

and you can catch up on the last few blog posts here:

The next three days are from my blog series A Fatherless daughter but we will resume normal postings after that! I’ve got plenty to write about!

4 thoughts on “A Walk to Remember #2

  1. Helen says:

    Our family constantly played in our local cemetery. A “quick” walk through the woods with out of towners while several would run down road and “set up.” Ghost stories by the dozens, a pump with rusty water we said was blood from bodies, etc. We scared others horribly. My parents are now buried there and I live a thousand miles away. Wish I could walk the cemetery there again. My Dad started this family history of scaring others in cemeteries – then denied knowing about it.

  2. Susan the Farm Quilter says:

    What a lovely way to spend a spring day!! It is so wonderful to have your family close. At home in Washington, my husband’s parents live in town (7 miles away) and his sister’s family lives a mile up the road from us. It is so nice having them close…I wish I could be there!!! Being alone right now really sucks.

  3. Kim LeMere says:

    I enjoyed going on your walk with you y’all. Yes you are lucky to live so close to your family and to also live where you can walk and explore the place that you live. My parents always took us to the cemetery to place flowers and of course we would walk around and read the markers. We tend to circle our family wagon in Osage for Autumn Artistry and we all go to the cemetery in Floyd, Osage and St Ansgar to see family and have my mom re tell some of the stories. I do enjoy those times when we are all together.

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