Yesterday wasn't Thursday, but we still made it one of our "Spontaneous Adventure" days. We headed out to the nearby "Zwaakse Weel" Nature Reserve for a walk through the surrounding countryside. When we reached the water, we sat down on the dock for a few minutes, watching the ducks and staring out at the water. It's moments like those that I remember as a child, sitting with my mother on a wooden dock atop one of many Central Florida lakes, legs dangling down into the warm brown water (which I'd later learn is typical of the swampy American Southeast, with its abundance of lake-loving cypress trees).
I hope Lukas remembers them, too. One of the most important lessons that my mother taught me growing up, was that it's important to take time to appreciate nature. It's almost like a form of religion. God is all around us, and there's no better place to experience the divine than in beautiful, unspoiled nature.