This month Philip and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary.
We celebrated by going out to dinner (alone – no kids!), then taking a walk through a local nature reserve together. I come to this reserve frequently, but we strolled down a path we’d never taken, across a wooden bridge surrounded by a stream and old, proud Sycamores. I can’t wait to take the kids there: The stream was much more perky on this particular path, lapping over gray boulders and slick tree roots. We strolled beyond the bridge, but before long we came upon a no-trespassing sign, as we’d arrived at the boundary of the public part of the reserve. Read the rest.