They are learning to love it too... hiking, marveling, watching, belonging.
Owen in his quiet and internal way.
And Bodhi with his bombastic voice echoing across canyons and valleys, only to drop into a hushed whisper at the first sign of something new or tender or precious.
Sometimes I consider giving them a handful of breadcrumbs and pointing them in the direction of the nearest gingerbread house, but they are beautiful people. In their own right. And I get to be their mom.