The woman bounced down the path, her arms pumping strong on her afternoon jog. She looked so fit. So light. So free.
I did my own bouncing as my 2-week-old baby fussed in the Baby Bjorn strapped to my chest. My 4-year-old son was taking his turn in the stroller. My 2-year-old walked beside me, holding my hand that held onto the stroller.
Another person passed us—a biker—also looking fast and free.
I, on the other hand, with three small kids, felt a bit, well, full, and busy, and mostly, tired. And a bit jealous, wishing I could spend my afternoon jogging, or clicking, or, should I even dream of it? Napping.
Find out what happened next at Mission Aviation Fellowship's blog here.
photo credit, Tripp Flythe