The hardest part

is starting

i approach most things half heartedly

unless it involves my kids

they are the epicenter of activities

my firestarter

 

we did our first race

as a family

our first hillside

our first mountain climb

our first car ride across state lines

we use roadmaps

for directions

 

the universe is always on display

tiny dream catchers hang by our headboards

protecting the sacredness of our dreams

 

the hills cradle alongside mountains

as blankets swaddle my children in the front and back seats

my hhr is our crazy horse

and we ride through mesas and state parks, through storms and public restrooms blending our present and past together with each mile