I cried when we left…
Not because I didn’t want to come home and see my husband, or my friends, or my crazy ass chickens. But mostly because every time I leave, I wonder when we will get to come back. I wonder how things will change between now and then. How much older the kidlet will be, how much older they will be.
Watching them together for almost 2 weeks warmed my heart and made me remember what it was like to spend every.damn.summer up there. Where I whined and complained about how bored I was but always made the best memories.Where life was so different than the beach life I grew up with.
Ironically, life back there isn’t as different as the life we lead now. Sure we have access to a lot more than they do, but the basic principles are there. Rural living, growing your own food, respecting the land around you…
I’d like to think that all of those summers rubbed off on me…
