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| In the distance, just over the hill, you can see the mountains. Aren't they just calling to you?! |
Easter. At Grandma's. With a car load of friends. Buckle up.
Road trips make me happy. When I was a kid and my mom was going out to pick someone up or run a quick errand I would always go with her for the ride. Sometimes I'd wait outside in the parking lot while she ran into the store. I just really liked to go places in the car. So being crammed into the back seat of a car for 3 hours with friends and snacks was a grand old time! We played ridiculous games and made a million inside jokes.
Arriving at grandma's was perfection. Insta-love. Driving into the foothills at sunset, the spring season nipping at your heels and having an entire long weekend span before you. Nothing better. After we'd unloaded at the house, and Levi exclaimed there was "a copious amount of wood!", we sat down to hot home made, Grandma home made, dinner. I laughed to see my friends eat heaven in bread form. Pretty sure it's the same recipe they used to make manna for Moses and the gang.
Our first evening finished by making a fire, listening to the eerie song of wolves howling and star gazing until the full moon rose above the trees.
Saturday was a week packed into a day. We ate croissant french toast and made apple pie that was delicious. We stood by the piano and sang easter songs that filled the house with music. Decorated eggs. The 'bush' was thoroughly explored hour after hour.
We braved the creek and crossed it without falling through, climbed hills, crossed fields and braved steep rocky slopes. Upon our return to the house, because this is such a magical place, the Easter bunny had made a visit. Exhausted from our adventures we sunbathed and slept on the porch. The 'wildlife' came for a visit and the overly friendly cat and Zach were inseparable. Before bed we read the Easter story in the bible then played a game while drinking cider from our mugs with cattle on them.
Of course this kind of thing always comes to an end. But I guess we wouldn't appreciate it half as much if it didn't. We did so much and had a beautiful time together. Late night talks. Belly aching laughter. Living care free. So many wonderful memories were made and maybe some traditions. Definitely one of those 'glory days' stories my kids will get sick of hearing. But they'll just have to deal with it because I'm not going to stop talking about it any time soon.
Arriving at grandma's was perfection. Insta-love. Driving into the foothills at sunset, the spring season nipping at your heels and having an entire long weekend span before you. Nothing better. After we'd unloaded at the house, and Levi exclaimed there was "a copious amount of wood!", we sat down to hot home made, Grandma home made, dinner. I laughed to see my friends eat heaven in bread form. Pretty sure it's the same recipe they used to make manna for Moses and the gang.
Our first evening finished by making a fire, listening to the eerie song of wolves howling and star gazing until the full moon rose above the trees.
Saturday was a week packed into a day. We ate croissant french toast and made apple pie that was delicious. We stood by the piano and sang easter songs that filled the house with music. Decorated eggs. The 'bush' was thoroughly explored hour after hour.
We braved the creek and crossed it without falling through, climbed hills, crossed fields and braved steep rocky slopes. Upon our return to the house, because this is such a magical place, the Easter bunny had made a visit. Exhausted from our adventures we sunbathed and slept on the porch. The 'wildlife' came for a visit and the overly friendly cat and Zach were inseparable. Before bed we read the Easter story in the bible then played a game while drinking cider from our mugs with cattle on them.
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| Victory in crossing the creek without falling through |
Of course this kind of thing always comes to an end. But I guess we wouldn't appreciate it half as much if it didn't. We did so much and had a beautiful time together. Late night talks. Belly aching laughter. Living care free. So many wonderful memories were made and maybe some traditions. Definitely one of those 'glory days' stories my kids will get sick of hearing. But they'll just have to deal with it because I'm not going to stop talking about it any time soon.
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| And by chance we all packed the same shirt. |
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