The four of us slipped away last week for a simple, old-fashioned summer vacation.
We headed to the cabin, just a few hours from home.
To sit by the river, to hike in the woods. To swim.
But within minutes of arriving Olive unceremoniously kicked my phone into the river.
Splash! Smash! Done.
It was poetic.
The message was loud and clear.
Unplug. Be here. Nothing else matters.
And I heeded the call. For an unplugged vacation.
It has been delicious.
There has been knitting, crafting, playing games, and reading books.
Plenty of catching minnows and crayfish, exploring the "fairy woods", and talking around the campfire.
Oh, yes. And catching up on sleep and eating lots of delicious food. We've been quite busy with that, too.
So busy, in fact, that we're still at it. For just a few more days before we head back to farm and work and life. (I'm writing this from a nearby small town library that the kids were wanting to visit.)
But this complete unplugging and slowing down for a few days? (Even for our usually-pretty-slow kind of life?)
Oh, yes. This feels so right.
And with that, it's time to unplug again.
Time to get off this screen and back to the campfire. To my family. To my life.
Because that is where good things are happening and memories are taking shape.
And there is no where else I'd rather be.
See you in a few more days, friends!