A road trip to the small town where my husband grew up brought us first to a beautiful old factory. His grandparents and most of the other townspeople had worked in the massive buildings at one time or another and, not unlike most American factories, the work has been shipped overseas, leaving the beautiful buildings mostly empty.
One building has been made into an antique center. Our kids love walking through it as much as we do, pointing out their favorite things, from doll houses to pocket knives. A beautiful oak upright piano greeted us as we entered. I wish I had the spare $1200 to rescue it.
Catherine found this pony and tried it out. The kids have a larger model of it at home and so she's an old pro at pony riding.This silver set was so cute. Not sure of its purpose, but I liked its presentation. Adorable.
There the antique photos end as Chase was needing to be held and I was more than happy to oblige.
Our journey continued on to a swimming hole that we've frequented since we were married and that Sean grew up going to. Chase, with a belly full of milk, settled into his seat and snoozed soundly while Sean fished and the kiddos played in the water.
Look at that irresistible face. Cold water, I tell you. Cold. Somewhere about September it'll finally warm up to hit 70 degrees.
Catherine found a cozy spot in the warm sand with me. It was so peaceful. The water running over the rocks, the kids laughing and playing, and Sean's fly rod quietly whipping back and forth across the water. Beautiful time for thinking...