Over the river...
Jon’s grandparents bought the cabin when Jon was in third grade and is used by every branch on the family tree for family getaways, youth group activities, and Christmas tree hunting. We just love the one-bedroom cabin and are so thankful to grab it for the occasional weekend when we can. It conjures a feeling of simpler living and nurtures our love for the outdoors.
Devyn’s pleas of “Play, Mama, play” led to many walks and hikes; stopping to explore fallen trees, ant hills, and counting pine cones. There were numerous hand washings as Devyn played in the dirt, until I could no longer scrub the dirt from under her fingers. We enjoyed a family walk at dusk, as Hudson was zipped into my fleece jacket as protection against the chilly night air. The whole weekend was rejuvenating!
One of my favorite memories of the weekend was watching Devyn climb to the top of a rock all by herself. Two different feelings warred against themselves as this mother watched her daughter take daring step after daring step. One was crying out for her to be careful and to get back on the ground where it was safe. The other was silently encouraging her on, wanting her to be as adventurous as possible. Both sides remained silent as she made her way to the top; and despite my desperate desire for her to be back on the ground, I managed to take a few shots of her accomplishment.