It Starts with You
My running route this morning overlapped with the route my husband takes to drop our kids off at school. We live in a low-traffic residential neighborhood, so he was able to slow down for a bit so the kids could say hi. They rolled down their windows — conveniently cleaning them of the morning dew — and proceeded to hoot and holler and yell “go mommy” and make “I love you” signs with their little hands. It doesn’t get much better than that. Read more


