
A husband, who loves the outdoors as much as I do, wears these boots. His leather hiking boots are as old as the hills they have climbed. There is a story or two they could tell. We have hiked many of the same mountains and swapped stories of our adventures. Yet we have never hiked together. Of course, we take the kids on day hikes all the time. But I dream about the day he and I can hike all alone and trek the paths we have talked about so many time together. I see these boots and I am jealous. I am jealous of what the wear and tear symbolizes. It makes me want to put on some wool socks, gators, a headlamp and look at an AMC map. This is day 4
Joy of Love.
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