On a few occasions, I've tried to talk my husband into moving north to our little cabin in the woods. The thought of having no mortgage payment and no electric bill thrills me, to say the least. Being far, far away from a real grocery store doesn't sound too fun though. Either does two extra months of winter!
We hiked out our dirt road to visit my Dad's place. The smell of the woods and the peacefulness is unmatched. We had bonfires with Grandpa, listened to owls as we lay tucked in our beds, made midnight runs out into the dark to pee, heard coyotes, listened to stories of the bear that visits Grandpa and Grandma and hoped we didn't see him, roasted marshmallows, laughed as Ella consoled herself with the thought that the outhouse wasn't too deep for Papa to pull her out, visited a lake, read a few chapters, wished for Chase to sleep at night, napped, swam in the cold, cold creek with Papa, played with Grandma, made Grandma get teary by saying her name for the first time (Chase!),ate lots of yummy food, played games, and had Sunday worship and reading in the wild.
Grandma bought the kiddos balloons. She always does and they love it and look forward to it. Aiden was surprised to see his had a special shape!
We made it home with six loads of laundry and happy, tired children. Sounds like a successful trip, right?