We just got back from visiting my grandparent's cabin in Strawberry. I love that place. The weather was gorgeous. Cousins, grandparents, and parents made it so fun. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of being in the mountains. The cool breeze blowing, flawless nature everywhere. So much of my testimony as a child was fortified as I felt the Spirit in those mountainous forests.
Dan and most of the rest of my extended family spent only the holiday weekend there. My mom stayed with the kids and me. It was awesome. The kids collected bugs, rode bikes, hiked up the mountain, and built forts. We played games and visited my Great Aunts and Uncles whose cabins surround ours. They got a sucker from hugging Aunt Sally and they helped Uncle John milk his goats. Then they got to drink the goats milk they helped collect with their breakfast the next day. I'm so glad our kids love my extended family as much as I do.
Even Adam enjoyed the mountains. I loved watching his face as I rocked him on the porch swing. He was completely captivated by the breeze on his face, the sounds of birds, and the trees everywhere. He never stopped looking about. The peace and quiet joy he felt from the whole experience was evident even on his perpetually serene face.
As we rounded the corner to Gilbert Ranch, Josh sighed with delight at being home again. Emi on the other hand declared that she loved the cabin more than home. Can you blame her?