Feel the collective relaxed sigh from such an amazing weekend? Despite our coughs, it was magical.
We headed to the cabin. (You suspected that already, didn't you?) A weekend for just the two of us. (Leaf Girl" as she is now known and me.) We'd never taken a trip without the boys before. And I must say, it was bliss.
We sewed, we knitted, and we played along side the river, mostly in the leaves.
We nursed our coughs with good tea, elderberry tincture and syrup, and nourishing food.
We slept 11 hours at a stretch. We read books and laughed together.
We sat together on the dock – built by my grandfather's hands out of rocks, concrete, and an old bedframe decades before I was born – and watched leaves dance in the wind. We wondered at the the short days, the river, the birds.
We connected so deeply. And relaxed so deeply as well. Indeed, this weekend was as magical and healing as chicken soup, on every level. And now? We're home, but we both still sparkle with the magic of these three days. Together.