I love foggy mornings. In Oregon, around Thanksgiving time, we'd get a few foggy days. I was telling Jill this morning that I loved going running in the foggy mornings. I knew that Houston gets foggy mornings in the Fall and Winter. We had a few foggy mornings a couple of weeks ago, so I knew that we'd eventually have some nice foggy days on the weekend or when I had a day off. It rained on Saturday and Ben, Erick and I went on a walk in the forest, but I didn't expect a foggy morning on my first day off for Thanksgiving break.
I went on a run this morning while Camille got up and ate breakfast. By the time I got back, Jill, Camille and Erick were ready for the walk. I grabbed my camera because the fog was still hanging around. It was bliss walking through the forest and seeing the dew and berries and Autumn colors. I've been waiting for this day all year.
The icing on the cake was when Camille wanted to get out of the stroller and walk too. She hopped out, walked up to me, grabbed my hand and said, "I love you Dad!" That melted my heart.
By the time we finished our walk, the sun was burning the last of the fog and the cool foggy morning was turning into a perfect Autumn morning. Erick and Camille got out their scooters and tricycles. Jill sat and read the mail and I did some more pool and back-yard cleaning. Later, our neighbor came by with her dogs and we sat and chatted in the morning sun.
It was just one of the mornings you never forget ... I felt like a kid again.