He said he was so glad I took The Bois out into nature. He pointed out the Little Yellow butterfly and said it sucks the moisture from between the rocks in the path and, at the same time, gets the minerals it needs.
He then turned to The Bois and said how beautiful and intent he was. We laughed about how babies would never survive if they weren't so cute; natural selection at its finest. He told me to take pictures of The Bois' feet, which I assured him I had.
Then he looked at The Bois and said "Babies know everything before they are born." I looked at him and he was crying. "Then an angel comes and touches them on the lips, so they are silent. He has this life to learn everything again."
The magic in our lives yesterday was swimming at dusk in the lake we'll swim in during the triathlon.
Sometimes I realize how lucky we are to be interested in the same things and to both be there to support each other.
SR says he's used to swimming in cold water because he swam in the ocean north of Denmark his whole life.I on the other hand loved how warm the wetsuit made me feel. I doubt I could get myself to swim in 68 degree water without it.
Man, I do need to practice transitions, though. Since I'm doing the Olympic distance, they won't be as important, but I don't want to do anything stupid or forget to bring something.
And finally, on to the everyday magic of the human body.
There are some interesting discussions going on as responses to previous posts that I don't want to get lost.
Running Song of the Day: U Can't Touch This by MC Hammer