“Is it okay if I run up ahead to that sign and then come back for you” she asks us? We are halfway up Runyon Canyon on a hike in the Hollywood Hills. “Go for it” we say, “we will meet you there.” She does not realize it, but at the tender age of 13 years old, our girl already takes our breath away. Not because she can scale a mountain faster than the speed of light. She is the light. Believe me, you want to be in the 360 degree sphere of this little lady. My Mom and I don’t speak it, but we both feel it. We are just lucky enough to be on the path behind her at all, and to be there together. In this moment, it strikes me how ironic it is that we spend so much of our life teaching our kids to fly the way we know how to do it, and then they go and build a new plane. This kid is SOARING. She’s the best of her coaches and teachers, her parents, her grandparents, her aunts and uncles, dear friends, her softball family. Everyone in her life up to this point has played a role. Healthy and smart, strong and kind, we watch her inspire a teen friend to fall in love with mussels.
Watch her be kind to a young girl she knows is looking up to her, teaching her to be brave and run in to the surf.
“Your daughter is a pistol” a casting director says to me, and I know exactly what he means. Her glow is too bright to be held captive by an error in a game, a side remark, being stuck in the wrong location. The pressures of hard work and competition, the searing criticism of well-meaning friends and family, the challenges of the unknown, all these things that would crush others reflect off her like a sea of stars on the clearest lake at night.
I don’t think any of us knows where she is climbing to. We don’t know how high or how far. All we know is that our daughter is living big and chasing her dreams. Some people think we are crazy to let her do it, but she has a spirit that can’t be contained, and why would we want to? Whether it’s on a sailboat, a softball field, or a stage, she inspires me and the people around her. In my opinion, the world could use a lot more of whatever she’s got. So that’s the reason the three Musketeers are staying here in Hollywood, just steps away from Grauman’s Chinese Theatre and halfway up Runyon Canyon. What do you say, do you want to hike the Hollywood hills with us? Let’s go!
I couldn’t believe how many cute pups were out this day! They were moving pretty fast with their owners, so hard to catch on camera, but this one paused long enough to pose.
Some pics of the view from the top!
On the way back down we ran in to the Love Locks, and had a good conversation about love and how to know when it’s real.
Nice to catch our breath a bit and enjoy the hike back down.
If I lived here all the time, these are the steps I would sit on so I could snap pics of celebrities to share with you!
We made it all the way back to the honor system Snack Bar. Pretty great to find something like that in the City of Angels.
We are at the bottom of the hill now, but this was only the beginning of our weekend adventures in L.A. Stay tuned for more highlights of our trip.
As far as this girl goes, she can run up ahead as far as she wants to and not look back. We’ll be hustling up the hill to meet her wherever she goes.
Cheers to always heading in the direction of your dreams.