For the record, the most important thing I did this weekend was drag the boy up to the mountains with me.

It was a rough start, he was grouchy about it, hurt my feelings, and then I was grouchy. We yelled at each other the whole car ride as we are wont to do.

But then we got up there and I just stared out across the valleys that contain our home. He bounded up behind me and gleefully stated, "Let's go watch a sunset!" and so we did. I sat on a wall and leaned back against his chest and we just kind of took in the moment of being up there.

I feel so much solitude when I'm on a mountaintop like that. I told him that it felt still. It does to me and I can never quite explain it.

And then we did a bit of hiking and opened up beers and just talked. About the serious stuff. Stuff that I know he has a hard time explaining when we're not so above the hustle and bustle of the city. He was just so much more open, it was kind of unbelievable.

On our way home, he told me the real stuff. Things I had a vague idea of but that had never really been vocalized. It was scary and hard and I'm so glad it happened.

But also I needed to get up there. I wanted to be away from everything and just be. Our mountains are perfect for that. It was cold and windy and my ears hurt like hell and it was so gorgeous. Moments like that are so worth it.

Trying to remember that feeling to carry me through the week.