We look forward to our vacation all year long.
It's a very intentional reset, a time of refreshing and re-bonding.
It's something special that happens when there are no bars of service on the phones big skies and mountains dwarfing us.
It's a time to keep an eye on the Hurricane Debby-inflated waters,
so we can kayak at the perfect time for each Blossom's skill level.
We come together over delicious food too. The Rugged Mountain Man cooks it all wondrously over a grill and a tripod on the firepit the girls and I built one afternoon ages ago. I'm responsible for simple side dishes... like steaming our homegrown sweet corn and then we feast, feast, feast, feast!
This year, I can't tell you how thrilled I was when the Older Blossoms took over a couple of breakfasts so that I could have a real break. WOW. Just wow.
And then when Blossom2 brought me a special latte she whipped up one morning,
my heart was happy, happy, happy.
We tend to take time to notice the little things... and the big things too.
There are some non-negotiable traditions,
like swinging into the creek
or scenic drives together
or hikes.
(For a mama who highly values quality time, those are activities that make my heart overflow.)
This time, one Blossom really, really wanted to check out a coffee shop an hour away.
And someone wanted to check out the four-wheeling trails over the mountain.
We chat, we plan, we roll with the punches (like when ANOTHER bridge is out...)
and we rest together.
We are oh so grateful.
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