Moms of Metter

"Hey, sounds like you need a girls day out. I'll be right over."

Twenty minutes or so passed when there was a knock at the door. There was Sarah all decked out in her riding apparel.

"Sarah, why did you ride your bike over? You know I can't ride that and our car is in the shop."

"No sweat, I brought an extra helmet. Do you have someone to watch the kids?"

"Yeah, Sam is home. He'll watch them."

"Hop on. Let's roll!"

"Where to?"

                            

 "Thought we'd head down to the river. It's an absolutely awesome day."

Sarah tossed me the helmet that was strapped to the bike, revved up the hog and we're off!

That's what I love about Sarah. She's always filled with excitement and enthusiasm. Ready to take on whatever the day has in store. She always has a smile on no matter what. And never takes "NO" for an answer.

The ride was fantastic! Feeling the wind in my hair, the sun on my face. Not a care in the world. Like Thelma and Louise.

We arrived at the river dismounting our ride. Pulled off the helmets, kicked off the shoes and ripped off our socks. Rolling our pant legs up and curling our toes in the warm bleached sand. Navigating our way down to the river's edge we immersed more of us in the soothing tiny white grains. We sat in silence allowing all of our surroundings to soak us down to the bone. Like being in a rain shower without an umbrella. Every breath carried a sweetness riding the breeze on the waves. Just taking it all in. Succulent greens, rich and warm browns, cool blues.

Sarah and I broke natures calm and began talking and sharing the events and happenings in our lives. Laughing, joking and every once in awhile we would take note of something leaping from the river.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"Didn't you see that?"

"Ugh, I missed it again!"

We would repeat the same answer/response like little kids playing a game. It was great.

The sun changed position in the lazy afternoon, waking our senses to our duties as adults.

"Guess it's time to head back."

"Yeah, guess so."

Making our way back to Sarah's bike, each step savoring the tiny grains as if it were their last embrace. Slipping on our socks, stepping into our shoes and fashioning our helmets, it was a sweet ride home.