She often naysays new adventures. Always pushing to discover precisely what’s in store. Unknown throws her off-kilter. But life is inscrutable. Most of the time. So I push her. To explore. To rest easy in the not knowing. I wonder if I’m the best teacher, myself a resister of spontaneity. But I’m in recovery from believing in my own omniscience. It’s a trust building exercise, these adventures. Trust that I have a plan, little one. And that if all else fails, we will have succeeded in spending time together. In trying something new. In understanding each other a little more.