It's a Leap
This past Labor Day weekend I headed up north with some friends for a few days of white water rafting, something I first did at the age of 20 with my mom. She has that adventurous spirit, and I seem to have inherited it. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and it was late enough in the season that the water was still warm. The first day I sat in the very front, had my sinuses cleared out, and at one point thought I lost both contact lenses. I did not fall out. Well, at least not involuntarily. I love these trips because they remind me of how alive I am. I spend my week 9-5 in front of a computer crunching numbers. I love my job, but I am so much more than my work, and so much more than a mom to three boys. Saturday after rafting and lunch we opted for a scenic walk out to a 90 foot waterfall. I had a nagging feeling I'd had before: the one that told me this was going to be familiar. Sure enough, it was identical to the location in some recurring dreams I had while as a pasto...