On Saturday morning, Steve and I spontaneously decided to ditch the weekend plan of work and home and instead, head to the woods. We called a family meeting to share our plan and gave everyone thirty minutes to pack a bag, figuring that we'd just 'make do and wing it'. By sunset, we were sitting together, fireside, laughing. It was nothing short of...bliss.
If, in the future, I ever waver over such a decision again, I hope I remember not the driving nor the laundry nor the forgotten things....but any single one of the tiny little moments that fill our days in such a place....the sights below, the sounds of the loons on the lake, the feeling of pitch on skin, the smell of pine needles underfoot, or the way my children kept asking each other if they thought they were 'living in real or a dream'. Because I wondered that too. 'Real' is the best dream of all.
Yes, I do believe that going to the woods was the right thing to do. Isn't it always?
