Typical morning at the cabin whenever the house is full. Elv cooking over the cookstove. Children bouncing off the walls. People having read time or journal time or “quiet” time. Breakfast coming right up.
How do we all fit? We don’t. So Amy, Brad, and Lance each find a place to put up a tent for themselves. We enjoyed seeing their lit domes after dark across the creek until lights out.
Bath time at the cabin by the cook stove.
What is it like to be the big 3 and have a party thrown in your honor complete with a balloon caterpiller, many gifts including a butterfly tea set, and a caterpiller cake. She enjoyed it, but I think all of us grownup folks did more. Memories.
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