wednesday i began to crave an adventure. i craved quality time with my children, cooler air, gorgeous scenery along the way, and a night sky so sublime that it steals our breath away.
thursday i scooped up my kids, packed the car and headed North to the top of the world.
but i didnt want to rush or keep track of time. i wanted the kids to experience the journey hands on.
stopping when they felt the need to stop. letting them feel and touch their way instead of trapping them inside the car watching it all go by through the glass. (they can do that at home on the internet).
this would be different. this was our journey. our escape. our vacation.
a time to enjoy our freedom and soak in the fresh air, sink our feet in the sand and gander at a horizon made of sparkly blue shimmers...everywhere.
no limits, no expectations.
just pure michigan.
just pure michigan.
they were given small handmade wooden crosses *for keeps* as mementos.
we'll write the date on them with sharpies and pitch them in their time capsules, and hopefully they'll remember that long lost stroll through the woods to the cross that was so high, that it touched the sky.
denver talked to his dad on the phone and the first thing he said was he wanted to come home because he missed his trains and his train table. he also missed his brand new 4-wheeler we just got him the day before leaving.
it was killing him slowly.
so we did what we had to do.
daddy met us up in frankenmuth with the dog and denvers new 4-wheeler taking up the whole back of the Aztek. Denver was riding it within minutes of getting to the hotel.
he wasnt so homesick anymore.
denver had a nightmare while we were gone about Chuckie Cheese.
so sissy told tales of Chuckie Cheese being a nice mouse and made up many, many stories to keep him occupied the rest of the trip, and make him feel better.
he couldnt get enough.
on our way home, while going through Toledo, we met up with one of Nevs online homeschooled friends.
they were so excited to meet and had a lovely time together in..McDonalds playland?
these girls are just cool.
but so is this guy..
i am so thankful.
~ my mom always told me how you can remember all the Michigan lakes because it spells HOMES.
Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior.~
i miss it dearly.