The decision to move here was a big one.
Most people think we are crazy, but I don’t care. It’s hard to remember a time when I’ve felt that something is more right than this is.
(Mornings on the porch in our jammies.)
I find my heart leaping with joy at each new thing. Adjusting to a small, older kitchen. Finding each little unusual nook and cranny in the cabin. Listening to the creak of the old floor as I walk across it.
Everything feels so, so right.
(Enjoying hot cocoa on the porch during a quiet rain shower, listening to mom read a mystery.)
The girls have been through every inch of the cabin, discovering its secrets.
(Watching the geese in the river first thing when we get out of bed.)
The rightness makes me so happy that I cannot keep the tears from my eyes.
The girls are happy and at peace.
Everything is slower here. Devices are turned off most of the time. Things are quiet.
Each day we learn something new about adjusting to a more rugged life. Each day we learn something new about ourselves.
(This was taken not long before we capsized our canoe, ha ha! It was the funnest thing that’s happened to me in a long time. We will leave the camera in rice for another week or so and see if it agrees with me.)
I feel like I have come home.