It's safe to say that between Radley and me, I'm the planner. Sure, part of it's because I'm just Type A about my schedule, but it's mostly because I enjoy the anticipation of something almost as much as the thing itself. A fun vacation? A big event? Random weekend plans? Whatever it is, I'm all about the countdown. (I've been known to create construction-paper countdown chains. The best.)
This weekend, though, I was reminded that there's nothing quite like spontaneity. Saturday turned into an adventure day — a simple hike along the coast became a long, steep trek followed by a trip to the farmer's market and a game of mini golf and a whole bunch of other random, wonderful things. I felt like I was a little kid, as if the day stretched out before us, drenched with possibility.
That's how it goes: You plan and you plan, and the second you just throw up your hands and let go, everything feels light and easy and exactly as it should be. Faith is a funny thing, isn't it?
(Photos: Tennessee Valley Trails | My Flickr)