After church on Sunday, Darren and I always try to find something to do. We do this mostly to avoid the all consuming urge to take a nap, as that is not a possibility for our us right now. So instead of staying home and fighting to keep our eyes open we decided to go to Goldstream. We haven't been there since I was expecting Emma, or maybe it was when she was a little baby. I can't remember, so far too long anyways. It was so very beautiful. We went to the waterfall first and then under the road through the tunnel to walk along the river, which is not much of a river at this time of year. I can't believe what I have become so use to seeing and therefore take for granted. We live in the most beautiful place. I am so grateful to live here and that my kids are surrounded by all these amazing places. One of the many things I love about my kids is that they are very earth friendly conscious. Emma spotted a pop bottle as we were walking along the river bed and there was no question as to whether she should pick it up and find a garbage can to throw it into and a few minutes later, what I discovered to be a beer can followed. This is something that my kids do quite often and I don't think it necessarily came from Darren and myself. As a mother I want to tell her don't touch that, you don't know what kind of germs could be on there, but I refrain as she is doing something so good and learning so much. She hasn't died yet or contracted any deadly diseases and we are always very quick to wash our hands after the fact. Luckily for us at the visitors center, where we found the recycling and garbage cans, there are public bathrooms with soap and water to wash up after using. Emma handed the bottles to me to carry for a time as she climbed up out of the river bed and onto the bridge. It wasn't until several people had walked past us that I realized how bad it looked for me, being very pregnant, to be carrying an empty beer can, so Darren carried it for the remainder of the time. As for Bergen he didn't notice the garbage this time and he is usually the first, but he did notice the graffiti on the tunnel walls and he asked me what it was and then after I told him he said to me, who would do something like that? I again refrained and didn't say, dirty rotten teenagers. I love that they care about things, I love that they are aware of how we should treat the earth and I hope that when they are teenagers they will remember the days when they thought that littering was unthinkable, that graffiti was just so awful and beer was so very disgusting.
