There is a place where a father scopes out his best target, teaching his young.
There is a place where patience is taught.
There is a magical place where the fat-faced little chipmunks actually eat nuts right out of your hand.
A treed shady sunny day where your baby learns to share her food.
Where a Mother's heart melts at the sight of two of her loves sharing a moment.
A place where laughter is a more peaceful sound than the flowing river.
There is a place where unshowered, last leg of vacationitis, and way too many potty break stops, can turn into beautiful family memories treasured in a Momma's heart, from one simple de-tour.
This is a place where traditions are born.
I just wanted to clarify that the "fat-faced little chipmunk" sentence coordinates with the picture ABOVE the words...not below, which may be a common misperception.... :) HA.
ReplyDeletethat was beautiful and inspiring, thank you.
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