Early on in their marriage, my dad took this photo of my mom during one of their bike rides together. I love the long open road ahead of them. Or maybe it is the road where they came from. Either way, it represents an open road of possibility. I remember being newly married and the excitement of the limitless possibilities ahead. We could live anywhere, do anything, and make plans on a whim! I like to imagine my parents during this season of their lives. Young. Wide-eyed. Eager. The road they traveled down helped them make some amazing memories. I'm so glad they traveled it together with grace and humor and a sense of adventure.
All this talk of open roads reminds me of one of my favorite Robert Frost poems. I grew up listening to my dad read aloud much of Frost's work. I'm sure you know it too, and I think it is appropriate.