Sharing Memories

How it warms my heart to see my girls run and play and ride in the same exact spot I did for so much of my childhood. 

Though the trees we used to climb are a little bigger,

and a bit more magical...

 ...the girls are still finding their way, facinated by pine cones on this particular day. They collected tons. 

Nothing better than (great)grandmas house. Kind of our Indiana equivalent to this special spot.